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MARGINALIA; 



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FROM ATJ 



ARMY NQTE-BttfiKj 



Army Correspondent, ito. 



COLUMBIA, S, 0. : 

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1864. - 



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MARGINALIA; 



GLEANINGS FROM AN ARMY NOTE-BOOK. 



BY '"PERSONNE," 

ARMY CORRESPONDENT OF THE CHARLESTON COURIER. 



COLUMBIA, S. C : 
STEAM POWER-PRESS OP F. G. DeFONTAINE & CO, 

1864. 



Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1864, 

By F. G. DeFONTAINE, 

In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Confederate States, for the District of 

South Carolina. 



INTRODUCTION. 



The object of the present work is three-fold — to perpetuate the memory 
of the outrages of an infamous foe — to exhibit the virtues of the Southern 
people, and to preserve to posterity a selection of Sketches and Incidents 
illustrative of the different phases of the Southern war. Compiled as they 
are from various sources, it is unnecessary to apologize for the fact that 
some of the anecdotes herein presented have been published before ; but 
for the first time they are now given to the world in an aggregated form. 
It is believed that they will entertain and instruct the reader of the present 
generation ; yet, if no other purpose is served, they may supply the future 
historian *with " facts stranger than fiction," and, to our children and 
children's children, exhibit the lights and shadows of the times in which 
their fathers lived. 

The incidents of " Marginalia" are characteristic of every class of persons 
on both sides — Presidents and People — G-enerals and Privates — Soldiers 
individually and collectively — self-sacrificing civilians — noble hearted wo- 
men, brave boys, impulsive children and devoted slaves. The highest moral 
integrity, and the lowest human depravity, are blended in their exhibition 
with the humorous, religious and heroic; and the compiler deems it no fault, 
if, in the miscellaneous arrangement of his subjects, the thoughts of his 
readers trip suddenly 

" From grave to gay — from lively to severe." 



TO 

HON. GEORGE A. TRENHOLM, 

SECRETARY OF THE TREASURY OF THE CONFEDERATE STATES, 

THIS VOLUME OF 

INCIDENTS ILLUSTRATIVE OF THE SOUTHERN REVOLUTION, 

Is dedicated as to one who, in his oivn person, nobly represents the highest type of 

Southern character. 



INDEX. 



Pagf. 

The Two Causes 1 

The Two Races 1 

Mr. Seward to Lord Lyons 3 

The Persistency of Hate 3 

The Piety of the Confederates 3 

Heroes « 4 

General Lee 5 

Liberty's There Yet 6 

Didn't Wish to Expose his Rear 6 

Portrait of Stonewall Jack3on 7 

A Yankee Opinion of Southern Woman's 

Hate 8 

Worthy of Their Sires 8 

The Agonies of the Battle-field 9 

Shoulder Straps do not Make an Officer.. 9 
"Stonewill" administers the Sacrament 9 

The Mountaineers of Virginia 10 

A Noble Slave , 11 

Federal and Confederate Generals 12 

Turks and Yankees 12 

A Pillaging Expedition 12 

Pen Portrait of Gen. John Morgan 13 

The Battle-field 14 

Gallant Exploit 15 

The Fidelity of our Negroes 16 

A Good Caution 17 

Hurrah for the Devil 17 

Running a Fat Lady 17 

Issuing his Rations 17 

Barbarous Federal Generals 18 

AVaifs from a Camp Diary 19 

Negro Dignity 20 

An Incident of the Bar.tle of Fredericks- 
burg 20 

Yankee Reverence for General Lee 21 

The Spirit of our Homes 21 

The True Spirit 22 

Fidelity of our Slaves .- 23 

A Southern Florence Nightingale 23 

An Apt Reply 24 

A Noble Compiment 24 

Female Heroism 25 

Old Abe and his Wife 25 

Portrait 'of President Davis and his Chil- 
dren 27 

The Sport of our Soldiers 28 

A Noble Boy 29 

A Fearful Ordeal 29 

Treatment of Female Prisoners 30 

Brig. Gen. Adolph Steinwehr 31 

Our Old Men 33 

A Youthful Hero 33 

Gen. Albert Sidney Johnston 33 

Gen. Pettigrew 34 

Breckinridge at Baton Rouge 34 

Men whose Names Should never Die 34 

Col. Colquitt at Jackson 35 

How a Brave Man can Die 35 



l'age. 

"'Todel Speeches by our Generals 39 

Individual Prowess 40 

A Brigade of Heroes.. 41 

A Spiritod Dash in the Enemies Lines.... 41 

The Lone Sentinel 42 

A Touching Incident , 42 

Yankee Cruelty 43 

Vandalism in Jackson, Mississippi 43 

Richmond during the First Year of the 

War 44 

Curious Item 44 

Cass 'em for Me ; 45 

The Latest Mad Story 45 

"I Shut Mine Eyes for Two Hours" 45 

Samsou and Gem Pope 46 

Stuart's Cavalry 46 

Baby Patriotism 47 

Col. Ashby.... , 47 

English Tribute to Southern Soldiery 48 

They Won't Run 49 

A Yankee Hero 49 

Gen. Jenkins' Paroling Process 50 

a Beautiful Document '.... 50 

Vandalism in East Tenn 51 

Weak in his Religion 51 

Brutal Treatment of Confederates 51 

A Confirmed Lunatic 52 

Fighting Joe Hooker at Chancellorsville. 52 

A Peeress of "Molly Stark" 53 

A True Girl 54 

A Negro vs. Yankees 54 

Light on a Dark Subject 55 

Slaves at Vicksburg 56 

Death of a Brave Man 56 

Interesting Scene 57 

All Quiet on the Ogeechee 57 

The Soldier's Tear 58 

A Bold Adventure 58 

An Independent North Carolinian 59 

Incidents of Oak Hill 59 

Grave Robbers 59 

Romance and Reality 60 

A Sharpshooter Sharply Shot 62 

"The ShtoneMan" .' 62 

Morgan and the Telegraph Operator 63 

Treeing a Yankee 64 

A Heroic Incident 64 

•V Female Volunteer 65 

Hotel de Vicksburg— Bill of Fare 66 

A Hellish Outrage 67 

A Good One 67 

Life Among the Pickets 68 

Brilliant Exploit 68 

How Yankee Genl's Deceive Their Troops 69 

Carrying the Flag into the North 69 

Benj. F. Butler 70 

Rapid Fighting -. 70 

Yankee Love for the Negro 71 



INDEX. 



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Tennesseeans on a Charge 

A Loyal Negro 

Like a Postage Stamp..-. 

Couldn't Talk ,. 

Selling a Colonel 

An Incident 

A Ruse do Qucrre 

Moral vs. Brute Force i 

Affecting Incident 

Yankee Testimony 

The Climax of Vandal Fiendishness. 

Something Rich 

How Old Smith Escaped 

Had a Reputation 

Taking the Oath 

The Yankees and Negro 

Camp Anecdote 

Too Good to be Lost 

Soldiers' Fun 

Wanted to.be Taken 

Boy Heroes 

Federal Atrocities in Baltimore 

Supplies and Information for Rebels 

Not a Straggler 

Don't Like Forrest 

The Pious .Slave 

Yankee Haiders in Richmond 

Milroy in Winchester, Virginia 

Admirable Retort - 

A Brave Negro 

Gen. Randolph. Blockaded 

Gen. Stuart and the Miller 

Jackson after the Main '.'Lance 

Whiskey and Turpentine 

Northern Testimony concerning a North- 
ern Prison 

Stung by a Bung 

Death on the Battle-field 

Major A. M. Lee and Son 

Piety of a General 

Our Ragged Boys 

Without Saddle or Spur 

The John Brown Raid 

Laconic 07 

A Bloody Charge on a Stove Pipe 9*7 

A Good Thing from Gen. Bragg OS 

Novel Interview 08 

Geo. Toombs and a Lazy Soldier 00 

The Tigers oo 

Confederate Fanatic Km) 

Lovers vs. Substitutes , Jno 

Tob-y Tries his Gun jiio 

Scathing Satire .10! 

A Western Ranger and his Kevenge 10 t 

Rebel-ions 105 

Not Drunk .'. 106 

Gen. Bwell at the Battle of Gettysburg...! 06 

A Council of War 7.. .106 

How Did he Die 106 

Willie P. Mangum 107 

Gen. Joe Johnston a Shoemaker 107 

Camp Fun ••• .....107 

Scene in a Hospital 108 

Army Signal Corps 10S 

Our Cavalry in Pennsylvania 110 

A Laughable Mistake 110 



90 
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90 



Papre. 

Outrages on Churches Ill 

Chased by Ladies ||^ 

Like to have Spoken too Late 11- 

Scenes on the Rappahannock 113 

A Military Execution U4 

For Three Years or the War 115 

Incident of the Siege of Port Hudson 116 

Incorrigible Jokers.. 116 

Dr. Warren Stone of New Orleans 116 

A Candid Witness 117 

A Brutal Murder 117 

Tombstone Harangue 118 

How to Obcv Orders 119 

Yankee Barbarity 120 

Siege of Vicksburg by Moonlight 121 

Morals of Yankee Officers 122 

A Devil irr a Stove Pipe 123 

The Old Lady and Black Flag 123 

Execution of two Spies 121 

Joe Parsons of Baltimore 128 

A New War Cry .....129 

Jackson's Foot Cavalry 130 

A New Inquisition with Old Horrors 130 

Novel System of Exchange 132 

A Yankee Hero 132 

Incident — Annie Clark 133 

Serenade — Seigel 133 

A Substitute to Stay Behind..... 134 

1'ho Frenchman's Preference 134 

>-. emarkable Narrative — Lamar Fontaine,135 ' 

"Bre-s de Lor' I is Secesh Yet" 136 

The Ubiquitous Jackson 137 

Female Patriotism 137 

An Item for the Northern Press 137 

Lamar Fontaine on a Scout 138 

Southern Ladies 141 

A Brave Boy 141 

Last Moments of Captain Wise 142 

Wasn't Skeered 143 

Honors of War 144 

Keen Retort (...144 

A Heroic Girl 145 

Yankee Outrages in Memphis, Tenn 145 

Stonewall Jackson's Secrets 145 

An Inci lent of the Rappahanoek 146 

A Household Angel 146 

The Ladies of Fredericksburg 147 

Old Blizzard 148 

Departure of Confederates from New Or- 
leans ■ .148 

Afraid of Fire 150 

The Lying South Carolinian 151 

The New Confederate Flag 151 

Fun in the Federal Camp 152 

Federal Rule in New Orleans 153 

Had One of Them... 155 

Who's Dat ."..'.'.'.'..'.!"." 155 

Keeping Cool ' _ ...156 

Disgraceful ' • jjg 

Aunt Betsey ,_ 155 

The One Hundred'calVfOTnia Cavairy'-"--!^ 
Ahead of All J j-7 

An Exemption Story ""' 158 

' ^n- J °^ton and J^yPaxton'Z"'.'.'."l53 
Wanted to Trade , f q 

A Yankee Brigadier and vY" ■' "Vr", i-n 

o -1.1 ana VirgmiaMatron,la9. 



INDEX. 



Page. 

The Martyr Mumford 159 

Norah McCarty , 100 

A Dusky Volunteer 162 

A Battle Incident 162 

Enormities in the West . , 163 

Jeb Stuart and Gen. Bayard 163 

A Noble Mother ". 104 

A Providential Rescue 164 

A Lean Trio 161 

A True Heroine 165 

Singular Battle Incident 165 

Narrow Escape of Stonewall Jackson 166 

Peter a Faithful Servant 166 

A Feat of Daring 167 

Cavalry Pictures 168 

Abe's Latest Joke 170 

A Vigilant Sentinel 171 

An Incident of the Siege of Vicksburg....l71 

Three Wild Irishmen 172 

An Adventure in the AVest 173 

The Private Soldier 174 

Presence of Mind..... 175 

"Here's Your Mule".. . lib 

Yankee Officer at Vicksburg 176 

A Joke on a Chaplain. 176 

Maintaining the Honor of the Flag 177 

Dis Am Massa Linkun's Proclamation 178 

The Nigger Minister in Washington 179 

What Nassau Darkies Think of Yankees.lSO 

Fighting a Jew 181 

Komantic Incident 181 

Morgan in Kentucky 182 

A Patriotic Mother 184 

A Document of Evidence 185 

Brilliant Charge 187 

Badly Frightened 188 

Do You Take Greenbacks 188 

Confederacy in January, 1863 1S9 

A Heroine at Vicksburg 189 

The Pugnacious Niggers 190 

Well Put 191 

The Contest Above the Graves 192 

Juvenile Joke 192 

Incident of the Columbus Fight 192 

Jackson's Last Hours 193 

Butler's Perquisites 195 

Gen. Hardee and the Arkansian 195 

Stuart's Exploits , 196 

Sergeant Mickler's Last Scout 197 

Incident of the Battles on the Rappa- 
hannock 200 

The Way They Fight 200 

Heroism 201 

Heroism at the Battle of Williamsburg. ..201 

A Poser 2t)2 

Halting Between Two Opinions 202 

Faithful Slaves 203 

A Faithful Negro 203 

Ladies and Children in Battle 204 

The Flag of the 10th Alabama 204 

A Nut for Yankees , 205 

Recollections of Stonewall Jackson 205 

Jackson at Kernstown 205 

Parting with the Stonewall Brigade 205 

A Picture of the Great Leader 207 

The Hero among Children 207 



Page. 
Recollection of the Stonewall Brigade. ...208 

The Last Scene of All 208 

Jackson and Lee 209 

Could'nt Get Board 209 

Gen. D. H. Hill t. 210 

Gen. Stephen D. Lee 210 

An Incident 210 

Won't Some One Kiss me for my Mother.211 

Push them to the Slaughter Pen 212 

National Statistics 213 

Brute Butler 213 

How Lincoln Recruits his Armies 214 

Anecdote of Gen. Sherman 214 

The Right Sort of Spirit 214 

Incident of the Campaign on the South- 
Side 215 

The Creoles of Louisiana 215 

John Robinson 216 

Wendell Phillips ;.. 216 

Scenes on the Mississippi 217 

A Gallant Act 217 

An Army Wedding 218 

Incident of the Battle. of Oostanaula 220 

Affecting Incident 220 

The Ne Plus Ultra of Yankee Impudence.221 

Gen. E. C. Walthall 221 

Seigel's Equestrianism 222 

PillowVConscripts 222 

A Warrior's Death 223 

A Gallant Sergeant 223 

Worthy of his Father 223 

How Gen. Polk Got into an Indiana Re- 
giment 224 

A Hero and His Mother 224 

Exciting Partisan Adventure 225 

An Incident 225 

Interesting to Yankee Purchasers of Real 

Estate 226 

Dwight Sherwood 226 

A Deserter Arrested by Ladies 227 

Backing a Yankee 228 

Negro Patriotism 228 ' 

A Jest for the Times 228 

Gen. Lee on the Battle-field 229 

Scenes at a Flag of Truce 230 

Gen Lee's Bill of Fare 233 

A Rebel Lieutenant and his Brother 233 

Charley Miller — The Young Warrior 234 

A Lady in the Yankee Lines f.. .236 

A 'Night in Charleston..... 236 

A General "Sold" 23S 

Decidedly Cool 238 

An Incident of Gen. Long-street 239 

The Rebel Captain 23-9 

Lincoln upon the Battle-field — More of 

Presidential Jokes.; 240 

Stonewall Jackson 241 

The Dutchman and Stonewall Jackson. ..242 

How a Mam Feels in Battle...: 244 

A Colored Scene on the Road to Wash- 
ington 245 

A Stunner , 245 

Death of Reverend Isaac Lewis 246 

Negro Fidelity 247 

Two Smart Dogs 24S 

A Glorious Hearted Girl 248 



MARGIN-ALIA; 



GLEANINGS FROM AN ARMY NOTE-BOOK, 



THE TWO CAUSES. 



"Let it be remarked," says the London Index, "that while all other nations 
have written their own histories, the brief history of the Confederates, 
already so full of imperishable glory, has been written for them by their 
enemies, or at best by lukewarm neutrals. Above all has the Confederate 
nation distinguished itself from its adversaries by modesty and truth, those 
noblest ornaments of human nature. A heartfelt, unostentatious piety has 
been the source whence their army and people have drawn their inspirations 
of duty, of honor, and of consolation. The North has produced no such 
man as Stonewall Jackson; and to Davis, Lee, and Longstreet, it can oppose 
only an Abe Lincoln, a Hooker, and a Pope. While on one side of the 
Potomac internal peace has never been disturbed, freedom of speech and of 
the press has never been, impaired, and the rights of the citizens have 
remained saored, though the body politic was straining in an agony of des- 
perate self-defence ; on the other side of that stream, though no enemy's 
foot has yet trod the soil, a military despotism maintains itself by a reign 
of terror. Surely these are palpable facts which might weigh against 
unsupported slanders, whether clothed in the meretricious charms of fiction, 
or uttered by blasphemers of the Beecher and Cheever school." 

THE TWO RACES. 

In the year 1834, M. Michael Chevalier, the distinguished political 
economist of France, was sent to the United States by M. Thiers, then 
Minister of the Interior, on the special mission of inspecting the public 
works of the country. But, extending his sojourn and enlarging the scope 
of his observations, he spent two years in visiting nearly all parts of the 
then Union, and studying the characteristics of its social organizations, and 
the working of its political machinery. His observations and impressions 
1 



& 



2 GLEANINGS FROM 

were communicated to the Journal des Debats, in a series of letters, which 
were deemed of sufficient value to justify their transfer, subsequently, from 
the columns of that paper to a book. As the book is not of easy access, we 
make from one of his letters, written at Charleston, May 28, 1834, the fol- 
lowing extract, showing the difference which he then discovered as 1 existing 
between the two great people now at war : 

"The Southerner of pure race is frank, hearty, open, cordial in his man- 
ners, noble in his sentiments, elevated in his notions ; he is a worthy 
descendant of the English gentleman. Surrounded, from infancy, by his 
slaves, who relieve him from all personal exertion, he is rather indisposed to 
activity, and is even indolent. He is generous and profuse. * * * * 
To him the practice of hospitality is at once a duty, a pleasure, and a happi- 
ness. Like the Eastern patriarchs, or Homer's heroes, he spits an ox to 
regale the guest whom Providence sends him and an old friend recommends 
to his attention; and to moisten this solid repast, he offers Madeira— of 
which he is as proud as of his horses — that has been twice to the East 
Indies, and has been ripening lull twenty years. ( He loves the institutions 
of his country, yet he shows with pride his family plate, the arms on which, 
half effaced by time, attest his descent from the first colonists', and prove 
that his ancestors were of a good family in England. When his mind has 
been cultivated by study, and a tour in Europe has polished his manners 
and refined his imagination, there is no place in the world in which he 
would not appear to advantage, no destiny too high for him to reach ; he is 
one of those whom a man is glad to have as a companion and desires as a 
friend. Ardent and warm hearted, he is of the block from which great 
orators are made. He is better able to command men than to conquer 
nature and subdue the soil. When he has a certain degree of the spirit of 
method, and I will not say will (for he has enough of that), but of that 
active perseverance so common at the North, he has all the qualities needful 
to form a great statesman. 

" The Yankee, on the contrary, is reserved, cautious, distrustful; his 
manners are without grace, cold, and often unprepossessing; he is narrow in 
his ideas, but practical; and possessing the idea of the proper, he never 
rises to the grand. He has nothing chivalric about him, and yet he is 
adventurous, and loves a roving life. His imagination is active and original, 
producing, however, not poetry, but drollery. The Yankee is the laborious 
ant; he is industrious and sober, frugal, and on the sterile soil of New 
England, niggardly. * * * He is' crafty, sly, always calculating, boast- 
ing even of the tricks which he plays upon the careless or trusting buyer 
because he "looks upon them as marks of his superior sagacity, and well 
provided with mental reservations to lull his conscience. He is little o-i ve n 
to hospitality, or rather he displays it only on rare occasions, and then he 



AN ARMY NOTE-BOOK. 8 

does so on a great scale. He is a ready speaker and a close reasoner, but 
not a brilliant orator. For a statesman, he wants that greatness of mind and 
soul which enables a man to enter into and- love another's nature, and leads 
him naturally to consult his neighbor's good, in consulting his own. He is 
individualism incarnate. But if he is not a great statesman, he is an able 
administrator, an unrivalled man of business. If he is not suited to com- 
mand men, he has no equal in acting upon things, in combining, arranging, 
and giving them value." 

MR. SEWARD TO LORD LYONS. 

" My lord, I can touch a bell oji my right hand and order the arrest of a 
citizen in Ohio. I can touch the bell again, and order the imprisonment of 
a citizen in New York ; and no power on tearth but that of the President 
can release them. Can the Queen of England, in her dominions, do as 
much 1" 

THE PERSISTENCY OF HATE. 

Just. twenty years ago, in the Federal Congress, Mr. Dellet, of Alabama, 
asked Mr. Adams, of Massachusetts, whether he understood him to say, 
" that in God's good time the abolition of slavery would come, and let it 
come." ' 

Mr. Adams nodded assent, and said with great earnestness, "Let it 
come." 

Mr. Dellet. — " Yes, let it come. No matter what the consequences, 
let it come, said the gentleman. Let it come, though women and children 
should be slain, though blood should flow like water, though the Union 
itself be destroyed, though Government shall be broken up. No matter 
though five millions of the people of the South perish." 

Mr. Adams. — " Five hundred millions, let it come." 

THE PIETY OF THE CONFEDERATES. 

A Baltimore correspondent, writing to the London l&dex, says : 
" But before I close, I must tell you of the beautiful humility and heroic 
piety which seemed to pervade the hearts of all the Confederates I saw. I 
have never seen a strong religious sentiment so generally prevalent as 1 find 
it among them. Of twenty men wjth whom I conversed one afternoon, 
seventeen were professors of religion, and tl^ .eighteenth said he was a man 
of prayer, and looked to God as his protector. A plain, unlettered Georgia 
boy said ; < In all my intercourse with these Yankees, I have never heard 
them allude once to what God can do. They talk about what twenty mill- 
ions of men can do, and what hundreds of millions of money can do, and 
what their powerful navy can do; but they leave God out of the calculation 



4 GLEANINGS FROM 

altogether; but, sir, the Lord is our trust, and He will be our defence.' 

The Rev. was with me during a part of my tour. He was 

asked on one occasion to lead in prayer, in a barn filled with wounded, near 
Sharpsburg. After a season of most solemn and affecting devotion, a young 
man called the reverend gentlemen to his side, and said : 'lam dying, sir ; 
but I am not afraid to die, for I hope to go to heaven. Nor am I sorry 
that I have been slain in battle, for I would willingly sacrifice a dozen lives, 
if I had them, for such a cause as we are fighting for.' 

" Time and again I heard the one hundred and twenty-fourth Psalm 
quoted : ' If it had not been the Lord who was on our side, when men rose 
up against, us; then they had swallowed us up quick, when their wrath was 
kindled against us. Blessed be the Lord, who hath not given us as a prey 
to their teeth. Our help is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven 
and earth.' 

"They are not given to vaunting themselves; there is nothing at all of 
the spirit of bravado about them; and so far from manifesting a ferocious 
disposition, they very frankly confess they are tired of the war; but at the 
same time they are animated by a determined resolution that, God helping 
them, they will never be subjugated. When one of them was asked if he 
did not fear that the prodigious armies now organizing against them would 
utterly overwhelm them, he replied that, ' With God above, and General 
Lee at their head, they feared nothing that man could do.' History, sir, 
furnishes no legends more touching and glorious than are exhibited in the 
sacrifices and endurance of the Southern people. Such a people merit the 
admiration of the world, and deserve to achieve their independence." 

HEROES. 

Heroes more often die unknown than known. Battles are won through 
deeds of valor that Sal Bddin might envy, and the doers thereof are seldom 
named. Much praise is lavished on brave generals individually; the pri- 
vate obtains his collectively, and collective praise is of no more value to the 
individual soldier tr^an the collective prosperity of a nation is to the starv- 
ing workman out of employ. Pillow was brave at Belmont. Pillow always 
is brave; but there were many hundreds just as brave as Pillow on that 
field, whose names will never be heard in connection with it. Among them 
was one Dr. Brooks, originally from Illinois, but, at Belmont, a member of 
Colonel Tappan's regiment. When our forces were beaten in the early part 
of the action, the greater number obtained shelter beneath the juttino- bank 
that there skirts the river's side. On that bank, for some ten minutes stood 
Brooks, returning the volleys of the enemy from his solitary rifle. Federal 
bullets were whistling a sort of orchestral version of Temps' « Kill \\\\ " 
duet around him, but Brooks continued unhurt and unmoved. Finallv a 



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shell dropped near him, exploded, and shattered his skull. On that bank 
he lingered, unattended and uncared for, till found by Dr. Creighton, a 
Memphian surgeon, from Thursday, the day of battle^ till the following 
Saturday, and then died. How long would a general have been left thus 
unattended after a display of such heroism ? Now this would seem hard, 
yet there is good reason for it. All eyes are on a general, the movements 
of all depend upon him, and, in some cases, the safety of all. Cases of 
individual bravery and prowess in such an army as ours become so nume- 
rous that they are regarded as a matter of course ; and in such a struggle, 
the reward the brave soldier should seek is the knowledge of duty done, 
and the patriotic pride of feeling that his country's freedom is. due to him 
and such as he. 

In the same battle a Mississippian gave singular evidence of possessing 
that sang froid which has been so long the peculiar characteristic of the 
French zouave. He wag out of percussion caps; an old-fashioned shell 
happening to land near him, he cut off a fuse that was attached to it, and 
continued touching off his gun with it from his left hand, pointing the 
instrument with his right alone. He, too, was killed, cut in two by a ball 
from one of our own guns which the enemy took in the early part of the 
day. 

The tenacity of Southern courage was finely exemplified in the case of 
young Lieutenant Walker. When his captain was shot down, he assumed 
the command, and with flashing eye, and lip quivering with anxiety " to do 
something," led his men toward the foe, as eagerly as though life, wealth, 
and bliss were only to be found in their bristling lines. He, too, was killed, 
shot down in the very fever of his glorious excitement. But even when on 
the ground, he strove to be leader still, and complete exhaustion alone con- 
quered him. One man, striving to relieve a wounded comrade, approached 
the river's edge to obtain a bucket of water, amid a very hail-storm of bul- 
lets. He filled the bucket, turned from the river, received a Minie ball 
through his brave and tender heart, and fell forward — dead. It may be 
doubted whether greater individual bravery was ever displayed than that 
which turned the surprise of Belmont into a glorious victory. Enough to 
fill a volume might be gathered from the experiences of a single regiment. 

GENERAL LEE. 

You cannot imagine a plainer or mo%e unostentatious looking man than 
the Commander-in-Chief of the Confederate armies — General Lee. Take 
a human form, say five feet ten inches in height, its constituents well knit 
together, full in its proportions, and yet without superfluity. Add to it a 
well .shaped, squarely built head, with a front whose every line is marked 
with energy and genius, a pair of keen, dark eyes — brown in the parlor, 



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but black in the field — that seem to embrace everything at a glance; a 
handsomely shaped nose, such as Napoleon liked to see on his generals ; a 
mouth indicative of an iron will, and a countenance whose natural expres- 
sion is one of gentleness and benevolence; cover the head, mouth and lower 
part of the face with a heavy growth of short, grey hair ; invest the whole 
figure with grace, and an unassuming consciousness of strength, purpose and 
position ; let it speak to you in a voice whose tones of politeness never 
vary, whether uttered to the highest or the lowest in rank, and you have as 
full and complete a description as I can give of the distinguished man who, 
at this moment, holds in the hollow of his hand the destiny of his country. 
The general is as unostentatious and unassuming in dress as he is in man- 
ners. He wears a colonel's coat (three stars without the wreath), a good 
deal faded, blue pantaloons, high top boots, blue cloth talma, and a high 
felt hat, without adornment, save a small cord around the crown. 

"liberty 's there yet." 

Captain McFarland, describing some of the scenes of the first battle of 
Manassas, relates the following : 

" Meanwhile our reinforcements were pouring by, and pressing with 
enthusiastic cheers to the battle-field. On the other hand, many of our 
wounded were borne past us to the rear. One poor fellow was shot through. 
the left cheek; as he came past me he smiled, and muttered with difficulty, 
' Boys, they 've spoiled my beauty.' He could say no more, but an expres- 
sion of acute pain flitted across his face, and shaking his clenched fist in the 
direction of the foe, he passed on. Another came by, shot in tbe breast. 
His clothing had been stripped from over his ghastly wound, and at every 
breath the warm life-blood gushed from his bosom. I rode up to him, as, 
leaning on two companions, he stopped for a moment to rest, ' My poor fel- 
low,' said I, ' I am sorry to see you thus.' ' Yes, yes,' was his reply. 
'They 've done for me now, but my father '$ there y.etl our army 's there yet! 
our cause is there yet ! ' and, raising himself from the arms of his compan- 
ions, his pale face lighting up like a sunbeam, he cried, with an enthusiasm 
I shall never forget, < and liberty 's there yet ! ' But this spasmodic exertion 
was too much for him; a purple flood poured from his wound, and he 
swooned away. I was enthusiastic before, but I felt then as if I could have 
ridden singly and alone upon a regiment, regardless of all but my country's 
cause." 

did'nt wish to expose his rear. 

When Prince Napoleon visited our army at Manassas, his supper the first 
night was a half-picked bone — provisions being so scarce, and the fare of 
our generals so scanty, that nothing better could be provided from the 



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vicinity. The next day he rode over the battle-field, but turned very sick 
at the sight and odor that met his senses. , Subsequently, he reviewed our 
troops. While riding down the line, he expressed a desire to pass back in 
the rear. Lieutenant Colonel Skinner, of the First Virginia Regiment, 
who was by the side of the Prince, for the moment was placed in a 
dilemma, but recovering himself quickly, a flush mantled his rugged face, 
as he replied in French: "Your royal highness, we would gladly take you 
to the rear, but the fact is, the linen of the men is in rather an exposed 
condition. It being a part of the person which we never expect to show to 
the enemy, our men think rags there of but little consequence." 

PORTRAIT OP "STONEWALL" JACKSON. 

Imagine a man about five feet ten inches high, rather thick set, full 
chest, broad, stalwart shoulders, and, indeed, the whole physique indicating 
what is commonly called a "well made" man. He is the picture of 
health, yet there appears no redundancy of flesh. His face is slightly 
bronzed, from the constant exposure of his campaigns. It was said of 
Gsesar that if he had not been a conqueror, he would have excelled all his 
contemporaries as a boxer or athlete; and so I should say of Jackson, he 
would be a dangerous antagonist at fisticuff. His appearance at first im- 
presses you with the idea of gr%at powers of endurance, strength, and elas- 
ticity of frame. The expression of his face adds to rather than diminishes 
the general effect. 

There you see self-command, perseverance, indomitable will, that seem3 
neither to know nor think of any earthly obstacle; and all this without the 
least admixture of vanity, assumption, pride, fool-hardiness, or anything of 
the kind. There seems a disposition to assert its pretensions, but from the 
quiet sense of conviction of his relative position, which sets the vexed 
question of self-importance at rest — a peculiarity, I would remark, of great 
minds. It is only the little and the frivolous who are forever obtruding 
their petty vanities before the world. His face, also, expresses courage in 
the highest degree, and his phrenological developments indicate a vast 
amount of energy and activity. His forehead is broad and prominent, the 
occipital and sincipital regions are both large and well balanced ; eyes 
expressing a singular union of mildness, energy, and concentration; cheek 
and nose both long and well formed. His dress is a common gray suit, of 
faded cassimere, coat, pants, and hat, the coat slightly braided on the sleeve, 
just enough to be perceptible, and the collar displaying the mark of a major 
general. 

It would be a profitable study for some of our military men to devote one 
hour each day to the contemplation of the magnificent plainness of Stone- 
wall. To military fame which they can never hope to attain, he unites the 



8 GLEANINGS FROM 

simplicity of a child, the straight-forwardness of a Western farmer. Last 
Sunday he was dressed as above, and bestrode as common a horse as one 
could find in a summer day. 

It is said he is a fatalist, as Napoleon was, and has no'fear that he can be 
killed before his time comes. He is as calm in the midst of a hurricane of 
bullets as he was in the pew of his church at Lexington, -When he was pro- 
fessor of the Institute. He appears to be a man of almost superhuman 
endurance. Neither heat nor cold makes the slightest impression upon 
him. He cares nothing for good quarters and dainty fare. Wrapped in 
his blanket, he throws himself down on the ground anywhere, and sleeps as 
soundly as though he were in a palace. He lives as the soldiers live, and 
endures all the fatigue and all the suffering that they endure. His vig- 
ilance is something marvellous. He never seems to sleep, and lets nothing 
pass without his personal scrutiny. He can neither be caught napping nor 
whipped when he is wide awake. The rapidity of his marches is something 
portentous. He is heard of by the enemy at one point, and before they can 
make up their minds to follow him, he is off at another. His men have 
little baggage, and he moves, as nearly as he can, without encumbrance. 
He keeps so constantly in motion that he never has a sick list, and no need 
of hospitals. In these habits, and a will as determined as that of Julius 
Caesar, are read the secret of his great success. His men adore him, 
because he requires them to do nothing which he does not do himself, 
because he constantly leads them to victory, and because they see he is a 
great soldier. 

A YANKEE OPINION OP A SOUTHERN WOMAN'S HATE. 

Hev. Dr. Storrs, in his anniversary address at the exercises of the Hol- 
yoke Seminary, Massachusetts, said that a returned prisoner lately re- 
marked that while at the South he could easily endure the taunts of the 
men, he had never before realized what and how terrible was the stinging 
hate of woman — so intense, bitter, and beyond all belief; and he had come 
back with one additional mercy for which to thank God — that the devil was 
not a woman. 

"WORTHY OF THEIR SIRES. 

On which side of the present conflict is the blood of the old Eevolution 
of 1776 ? On the side of the South, many of the very names which adorn 
the pages of our revolutionary history are now conspicuous in the contest. 
In the gallant and accomplished General Lee, we have a son of Li°ht- 
Horse Harry Lee, on whom Washington so confidently relied during the 
whole of the war of the Revolution. In the late General Garnett the 
blood of the brave Mercer, who fell at Trenton, by the side of Washington 



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coursed its rich stream. General Magruder, who commanded at Bethel, 
bears by descent the revolutionary name of Bankhead. Major Randolph, 
who so effectually manoeuvred the howitzers on that occasion, is a grandson 
of Jefferson, the immortal author of the Declaration of Independence; and 
Captain Brown, who commanded one of the batteries under Randolph, is a 
grandson of a gallant soldier, who carried to the grave a bullet from the 
field of Guilford. General Johnston is the son of an officer who served 
under Lee in his legions. Floyd is of revolutionary stock, descended from 
the Prestons and Lewises. Governor Winston, in the field with his regi- 
ment from Alabama, is a grandson of Patrick Henry; and Hampton, of 
South Carolina, with his splendid legion, equipped at his personal expense, 
is a grandson of Wade Hampton, of revolutionary fame. 

THE AGONIES OF THE BATTLE-FIELD. 

A writer relating the scenes he saw at the first battle of Manassas, says : 
"In a little clump of second-growth pines, a number of wounded had 
crawled for shelter. Many of our men were busy doing them offices of 
kindness and humanity. There was one New York zouave who appeared 
to be dying; his jaws were working, and he seemed to be in great agony. 
I poured some water down his throat, which revived him. Fixing his 
eyes upon me, with a look of fierce hatred, he muttered : ' You d — d rebel, 
if I had a musket I would blow out your infernal soul.' Another pale 
youth was lying in the wet undergrowth, shivering in the rain, and in the 
cold of approaching death. He was looking wistfully towards a large, 
warm blanket spread across my saddle, and said, in his halting, shivering 
breath : ' I 'm so cold/ I spread the blanket over him, and left him to that 
end of his wretchedness which could not be far distant." 

SHOULDER-STRAPS DO NOT MAKE AN OFFICER. 

During one of the campaigns in Virginia, an altercation took place 
between an officer and one of his privates, who was in every way, socially 
and intellectually, his superior. In the course of the conversation, the 
subordinate made some irritating remark, when the officer exclaimed: "If 
you repeat that again, I will lay down my rank and fight you." "Lay 
down yoijr rank," was the indignant response; "that wont make yo.u a gen- 
tleman. A cowardly Yankee would fight with straps on his shoulders, but 
it takes a gentleman to fight for eleven dollars a month." 

" STONEWALL" ADMINISTERS THE SACRAMENT. 

On the morning of a battle near Harper's Ferry, after a sermon by one 
of his Chaplains, Stonewall Jackson, who^ by the way, was an Elder in the 
Presbyterian Church, administered the sacrament to the church members in 
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10 GLEANINGS FROM 

his army. He invited all Christians to participate in this ceremony. A 
Baptist, the straightest of his sect, thoroughly imbued with the idea of 
close communion, was seen to hesitate, but the occasion, and the man who 
presided, overcame his scruples, and thus it has happened that the prospect 
of a fi^ht and the eloquence of Jackson made a Baptist forget that baptism 
is the door into the Church. In all Jackson's army, an oath is rarely 
uttered. A religious enthusiasm pervades it, which makes every man a 
hero. Conscious of the justice of our cause, and imbued with the strongest 
convictions of patriotism, his men are irresistible. In this incident we 
have an explanation of General Jackson's invincibility, and we are thus 
enabled to' understand why his men are all heroes, and why they endure, 
without a murmur, the severest hardships to which any troops have been 
subjected during the war. When peace is restored, it will be honor enough 
for any man to say, " I belonged to the army of Stonewall Jackson." 

THE MOUNTAINEERS OF VIRGINIA. 

In an appeal to the people, published by Colonel Imboden, commanding 
the Confederate forces in the neighborhood of Staunton, this ofScer relates 
some characteristic anecdotes of the patriotism, hardihood, and simplicity of 
the mountaineers of Virginia. 

"On a certain occasion," says Colonel Imboden, "I halted, near sunset, by 

a log cabin in one of the wildest gorges on the Dry Fork of Cheat. An 

aged mother and several daughters were the only members of the family at 

home. The father had been in Camp Chase over a year, on a charge of 

being a rebel ; an only son is a soldier in one of my companies. I asked 

for corn to feed over three hundred horses. The old lady said they only 

had a little, raised by herself and daughters, but I was Avelcome to it if I 

needed it. I took half she had, and paid her for it, when she seemed to 

doubt the propriety of receiving money from a Southern soldier, as she 

thought it a duty to give us what we wanted. Her son's company was not 

along, and she did not see him. The eldest daughter said : ' Colonel, tell 

brother we are all well, and doing well. We expect our papa will soon bo 

released from Camp Chase and come home. Tell him to be contented in 

the army, and write to us if he can. If we had known you were coming 

we would have had his winter clothes ready to send to him, but we will have 

no other chance when you leave. Tell him we have made enough corn to 

do us, and have plenty of meat. We have caught five large bears in a pen, 

and salted them down for winter. The Yankee sheriff came with five 

soldiers along to collect the taxes, and wanted to take the mare but I had 

sold the bear skins for money enough to pay him, and I hope it is the last 

time I will ever have to pay Yankee taxes.' I thought, as I rode away 

into the wilderness, that the stripping soldier — but seventeen years of a°'e 



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whose home I had just left, would hereafter, in the eyes of a just and 
impartial posterity, have a prouder claim to honor than the son of any 
heartless speculator, though he inherited millions of his father's ill-gotten 
gains." 

The Colonel refers, in another place, to an old mountaineer, seventy-five 
years of age, who has " killed more Yankees than any man in the command 
since the war began." He hunts them as he does large game, arid rarely 
fails to bring down his man at two hundred yards with a long old rifle. He 
got two shots last week, and says at the second shot " the Yankee behaved 
mighty curious ; he put his hand to his side at the crack of the gun, and 
laid down on the horse's neck, like he was sick, and then fell off." Such 
was the old man's simple account of the fate of one of the invading 
scoundrels. 

A NOBLE SLAVE. 

The following incident is related by an eye-witness — one of upwards of 
fifty who are cognizant of the facts. Such instances of genuine loyalty 
have their parallel nowhere so frequently as in the pages of Southern his- 
tory,, and giye a flat contradiction to all the partial and puritanical state- 
ments ever made by Mrs. Stowe and her tribe of worshipping abolitionists : 

" The night before the attack of the abolitionists on Secessionville, 
(June 18, 1862,) Daniel, a servant of Lieutenant Bellinger, of Lamar's 
Artillery, had taken his master's sword and pistol to a house about one 
hundred yards in rear of the fort to clean them, and having fallen asleep, 
did not awaken until the alarm of the assault was given, just at daylight. 
Suddenly, remembering that his master was without his weapons, he seized 
them and rushed to the fort through the hot fire with which the enemy, 
who had flanked the works, were sweeping down the men in the rear. 
Daniel attempted to enter at the usual place of entrance, but seeing that it 
was certain death to proceed further in that direction — three of our men, 
who, like himself, had slept out of the works, were killed at his side — he 
tried, another place. But the storm of projectiles shut him out there, too. 
Determined, however, to do his duty, he rushed across the line of fire, and 
fell, mortally wounded, pierced by three balls. But, faithful even unto 
death, he entreated the men near him to carry the sword and pistol for him 
to his master. One of them answered that it was useless, for his master was 
killed. 'My God ! ' said the poor fellow, ' they killed him because he had 
no sword.' And, forgetting the agony of his own wounds, he upbraided 
himself for his carlessness, which he believed had caused his master's death. 

" As soon as the fight was over Lieutenant Bellinger, hearing of Daniel's 
condition, hastened to where he lay, and the faithful fellow, upon hearing 
his name called, raised his languid eyes, and exclaimed : ' Ah, master, they 



12 GLEANINGS FROM 

told me you were dead, but, thank God, if I 'm to die this day, that it 's me 
and not you,' and, taking the pistol from his bosom, he gave it to the lieu- 
tenant, saying: 'I tried to carry your sword to you, but they shot me, and 
when I fell it dropped, and I 'm afraid it's lost.' ' Come, Daniel,' said his 
master, 'don't trouble yourself about that now, we '11 take you to the surgeon, 
and he'll soon make you all right.' Daniel, however, expressed no hopes of 
recovery, and lamented that he could not see his master's children before he 
died. ' Tell them at home,' he said, ' that I promised to take care of you, 
and that I tried to do so to the last of my life.' 

"He lingered several days, and died. The last words he ever spoke 
being, 'Duncan and Normie will be sorry when they hear I'm dead.' 
Those were the names of his master's children." 

FEDERAL AND CONFEDERATE GENERALS. 

In reading the reports of the battles in Mexico, and remembering the 
positions now occupied by the various officers, some curious coincidences 
are found. Thus, Magruder gives special credit to Sumner, and Joseph E. 
Johnston is warm in his commendations of Reno. After the battle of 
Churubusco, Major Loring reports to his immediate superior, Earl Van 
Dorn: "The rifles were accompanied throughout by the distinguished 
young Lieutenants, Beauregard, Smith, and McClelfan, the two latter in 
command of a portion of the engineer corps. All, I am happy to say, bore 
themselves with the greatest gallantry." 

At Churubusco, McClellan was under the immediate command of Lieu- 
tenant Gr. W Smith, subsequently street commissioner in New York, and 
now one of the generals in the Confederate service. 

TURKS AND YANKEES. 

A historian of the Saracen conquerers says: "It was, moreover, a common 
injunction to spare as much as possible the countries they invaded. 'De- 
stroy not palm trees,' says Ababeker to Yesuf, ' nor burn any field of corn ; 
cut down no fruit trees, do no mischief to cattle, only such as ye kill to 
eat.' " 

Compare these Turks of more than a thousand years ago, in the very mid- 
night of the ages, with the Yankees of this day, who organized expeditions 
for the express purpose of doing what the most savage and barbarous people 
of the world would not permit. 

A PILLAGING EXPEDITION. 

The St. Louis Democrat contains the following account of the movements 
of a cavalry brigade under Colonel Cornyn, of the Federal army: 



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' ' This brigade left Corinth, Mississippi, on one of the last days of May, 
' for the purpose of making a path of desolation through a section of country 
not heretofore traveled by our forces.' It was the intention (to quote more 
of the select language of the narrator") to 'play the devil generally,' and to 
leave on the minds of non-combatant people 'a vivid impression as to what 
war really is.' The brigade was five nights in the saddle, and in that brnjf 
space their abolition eulogist claims that, among other acts of signal ven- 
geance, they burned seven cotton factories (all private property), costing an 
average of two hundred thousand dollars each, the largest of these contain- 
ing three hundred looms, being valued at one million dollars, and employ- 
ing hundreds of men, women, and children. The stock of manufactured 
goods on hand is described to have been more valuable than the buildings 
and machinery. Steam flouring-mills, steam saw-mills, private dwellings, 
yellow, waving wheat-fields just ready for the sickle, were alike destroyed in 
the wantonness of vengeance. Speaking of the immense amount of forage 
committed to the flames, the jubilant narrator says: 'Immense is not the 
word — language cannot describe the scene — the smoke rising from burning 
corn cribs in every direction, and for many miles on each side of our path.' 
Great numbers of slaves were brought away, but this was a matter of 
course." 

A PEN PORTRAIT OE GENERAL JACK MORGAN. 

The following sketch of this redoubtable chief, though somewhat florid, 
is one of the most graphic that has been given to the public : 

"Morgan is precisely six feet in stature; his limbs are faultlessly sym- 
metrical, and his action is the very poetry of motion. His hair is auburn, 
his eyes blue, his forehead high and broad; his face wears the flush of hale, 
health, and is radiant with the light of thought. His hands and feet are 
small, and in his locomotion there is a remarkable elasticity and grace. 
His brow is of an eminently mental mould. Decision flashes from his eye ; 
and his lip indicates a firmness beyond the reach of embarrassment. His 
address captivates everybody — 'the girls all love him, and the boys all 
swear by him.' He is, in the broadest and most comprehensive sense of the 
terms, a gentleman, a scholar, a soldier, and a Morgan. Wary, intrepid 
circumspect, and bold, he is endowed with the rare capacity of self-posses- 
sion in the very jaws of peril — he can think, and deliberately decide what it 
will be best to do, however great the danger. His perceptive faculties are 
preeminently fine. Intuitively he comprehends in a twinkling all manner 
of riddles, whether they come in the form of a 'weak invention of the 
enemy,' or in the more 'questionable shape' of better laid schemes of mas- 
terly strategy. His predominating characteristic is quickness. His appre- 
hension is quick, his decision quick, and his action quick. 



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"In the purity of his sentiments, the elevation of his principles, the 
daring of his spirit, and the manly comeliness of his person, he is emphat- 
ically a Chevalier Bayard. Of one bright, noble quality he is the fortunate 
possessor, which shines conspicuously — looms up over all his other brilliant 
o-ifts. I allude to the holy awe with which he views the character and 
feelings of that connecting link between good men and angels, commonly 
called woman. When he captured that train of cars between Nashville and 
Louisville, with about a dozen women and four Yankee officers aboard, one 
of the women, who was the wife of one of the captured officers, rushed up 
to him, and exclaimed : ' Oh, Captain Morgan, I implore you don't, for 
Heaven's sake, hurt my poor little husband.' ' Madam,' replied the Colonel, 
'lam a Southern soldier, the proper definition of which is, an honorable 
gentleman. The soldiers of our army, madam, are not fighting for plunder, 
and we therefore respect private property. We are not capable of poltroon- 
ery, and we therefore invariably treat with the profoundest respect the sex. 
There is a locomotive and train of cars, madam ; they are valuable to your 
Government, and would be still more so to mine. I cannot consent, how- 
ever, that yourself and the ladies who are with you shall be turned into 
this forest without protection. Take it, madam, and with it take your poor 
little husband, and go home.' Whereupon the astonished and delighted 
feminine Yankee grasped his hand in a spasm of ecstacy, and rained upon 
it a flood of grateful kisses and tears. 

" That feature in his character which is seen first, and remembered 
longest by all, is his unaffected modesty. It sheds a soft and sweet fra- 
grance around and over his whole character. Whenever you praise any 
deed of his daring, his response is : ' Ah, sir, it was the boys did that — the 
boys, sir, the boys.' Wherever he is, he is always the centre of attraction — 
the observed of all observers. Yet he never seems to be aware of it. Old 
men stare at him, and all the young ones shout for him; but he moves 
along just as though nothing had occurred." 

THE BATTLE-FIELD. 

Dr. Cross, in the Ilolston Journal, thus describes the field of battle on 
the day after the fight of Murfreesboro' : 

" Ah ! how many expired with the year. Here they lie, friend and foe, 
in every position, a vast, promiscuous ruin. 

'They sleep their last sleep; they haye fought their last battle- 
No sound can awake theu^to glory again.' 

"After a pretty thorough inspection of the ground in the rear of our 
lines, from Stone's River to the extreme left, I ride to the front where the 
dead lie thick among the cedars, in the proportion of five Yankees to one 



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Southron. Here are sights to sicken the bravest hearts — sad lessons for 
human passion and oppression. Here is a foot, shot off at the ankle, a fine 
model for a sculptor ; here is an officer's hand, severed from the wrist, the 
glove still upon it, and the sword still in its grasp ; here is an entire brain, 
perfectly isolated, showing no sign of violence, as if carefully taken from 
the skull that enclosed it by the hands of a skillful surgeon; here 's a corpse 
sitting upon the ground, with its back against a tree, in the most natural 
position of life, -holding before its face the photograph likeness of a good 
looking old lady, probably the dead man's mother ; here is a poor fellow, 
who has crawled into the corner of a fence to read his sister's letter, and 
expired in the act of its perusal, the precious document still open before 
him, full of affectionate counsel ; here is a handsome young man, with a 
placid countenance, lying upon his back, his Bible upon his bosom, and his 
hands over it, as if he had gone to sleep saying his evening prayer. Many 
others present the melancholy contrast of scattered cards, obscene pictures, 
and filthy ballad-books — 'miserable comforters' for a dying hour, but an 
instructive commentary upon the Yankee cause. One lies upon his face, 
literally biting the ground, his rigid fingers fastened firmly into the gory 
sod; and another, with upturned face, open eyes, knit brow, compressed 
lips, and clenched fists, displays all the desperation of Yankee vengeance, 
imprinted on his clay. Dissevered heads, arms, legs, are scattered every- 
where; and the coagulated pools of blood gleam ghastly in the morning 
sun. It is a fearful sight for Christian eyes." 

GALLANT EXPLOIT. 

The following incident is related, and its accuracy vouched for, by an 
officer under whose command it occurred : 

" Sergeant Gray, of Captain Wood's company, of Scott's Thirty-Seventh 
Virginia Regiment, captured in one of Jackson's recent battles a Yankee 
captain, lieutenant, and eleven privates. He overhauled them, and com- 
manded a halt, when the captain ordered his men to fire. They did so 
without inflicting serious injury upon G-ray, who rushed upon the captain, 
took his sword from him, and told him if he did not command his men to 
surrender, he would kill him instantly. The gallant captain succumbed, 
when each private marched singly up to G-ray, and laid his arms at the con- 
queror's feet. After he had secured all, he shouldered the eleven muskets, 
and marched the thirteen Yanks into camp. This is what one resolute 
man did, and were the statement not vouched for, it would seem to be 
incredible." 



16 GLEANINGS FROM 



THE FIDELITY OP OUR NEGROES. 



The fidelity of our negroes, thus far, has been as much a subject of 
"ratification to us as of surprise to the enemy. It has been thought that 
every slave would gladly avail himself of an opportunity to regain his free- 
dom, but the prophets have been disappointed. A characteristic incident is 
related by a respectable gentleman who lives between Fairfax Court-House 
and Alexandria. 

He was the owner of an old man and two younger men. Having confi- 
dence in their faithfulness, and the honesty of the Federals, he left them 
on his plantation. The latter, however, visited the premises, and asked the 
old man if he did not want his freedom. The old fellow told him no ; that 
he was living near the line, and if he desired it, could have obtained his 
liberty any time within the last twenty years, simply by crossing over. As 
he was old and infirm, they left him, but carried off the two boys. General 
Tyler, for it was he, asked them if they did not want their freedom. " Oh, 
yes," said one of them. " Would you fight for us ?" " Yes, sir, and I 
would shoot my old master the very first man." This gave the officer great 
eonfidence'in the artful but faithful respondent. So they put him in uni- 
form, mounted him on horseback, and treated him with other marks of 
fayor. He, however, had not wavered in the slightest degree in his fidelity; 
and was taking observations of the various points. After having possessed 
himself of all the necessary information, he started off before day, one 
morning, and came to this rjlace. His master carried him to General Bon- 
ham, who obtained from him very valuable information, as he had not only 
ascertained the location of the Federal batteries, but the number and cali- 
bre of their guns. The other boy remained in Alexandria. 

Another incident, equally characteristic, is recorded of a free negro — a 
descendant of the slaves manumitted by General Washington — who owns 
and occupies a farm of one hundred and fifty acres in Fairfax County, near 
Mount Vernon. This man has offered twenty-eight acres of his farm, to be 
sold, that the proceeds might be used in the defence of Virginia, and he is 
willing to fight himself. 

This reminds us of still another incident, though it has but slight appli- 
cation to the subject. A gang of slaves were rolling a cargo of bomb-shells 
on a small steamer, for transportation to a fort. One of the darkies, not 
understanding their use, exclaimed, " Gorra mighty ! what de white folks 
gwine to do wid dese big balls 1" " Why, you fool nigga," replied a know- 
ing-looking comrade, " dem is Davis pills, to work de Yankees out bb Fort 
Pickens." 



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A GOOD CAUTION. 



At one time there was a fear that the President, for some cause, would 
attempt to deprive Beauregard of his command. Wigfall, of Texas, a bold, 
dashing, independent, plain-spoken man, referring to the subject on one 
occasion, in the presence of Davis, remarked : " Mr. President, don't touch 
him. Whenever a man becomes so popular that the men of the country 
name their race-horses and steamboats, and the women name their babies 
after him, don't touch him, let him alone!" 

HURRAH FOR THE DEVIL. 

While the Yankees were occupying Canton, Mississippi, a little boy, five 
years of age, passing by a bevy of soldiers, shouted, "Hurrah for Jeff. 
Davis." "Hurrah for the devil," was the indignant response. "That's 
right," said the little fellow; "you hurrah for your captain, and I'll hurrah 
for mine." 

RUNNING A FAT LADY. 

During one of the raids of the Federals in North Carolina, they entered 
the house of a venerable lady, and deliberately proceeded to hew and hack 
her elegant furniture. She remonstrated against this vandalism, when the 
brutes drove her out of the house, and, at the point of the bayonet, com- 
pelled her to double-quick around the premises, amid their gibes and 
laughter, until the poor woman fell, exhausted. A fact which adds to the 
barbarity of the treatment is, that the lady was so portly as for several years 
to have been an invalid. The wretches, when they left, had the audacity to 
say that "the exercise would do her good." 

ISSUING HIS RATIONS. 

After the battle of Boonsboro', in Maryland, when our army fell back, 
one of our pickets was surprised by a huge Yankee, and ordered to surren- 
der. Pretending to do so, the Confederate suddenly mounted the Yankee, 
and made him a prisoner, then started for camp. He did not know exactly 
what course to take, but traveled in the direction of Sharpsburg, where, at 
the end of the second day, he* met General Evans, of South Carolina, and 
staff. 

"Who have you got there?" was the inquiry of the general. 

" Wall, he 's one o' the blue-bellies, Grineral, but I reckon he 's mighty 
nigh sorry for it. Kin yer tell us whar we'll git suthin' t' eat? Hainthad 
nothin' fur three days." 

" Camp is only two miles away," was the reply. " But where have you 
been, and how have you lived?" continued the general. 



18 GLEANINGS FROM 

"Ben! why, we 've ben lost, and as for the livin' part, I jest concluded 
I 'd turn commissary, and press pervisions to keep me and the Yank, so I 
marched him into a corn-field, and issued three days' rations; but we 've ben 
two of the sickest clogs, Gineral, that ever nosed a bone. Yer have n't a 
drop of 'diree corjul' about yer?" 

Fortunately the general had; and, considerably mollified by a strong pull 
at the flask, the Confederate resumed his journey. 

BARBAROUS FEDERAL GENERALS. YANKEE CONFESSIONS. 

The North, even — we mean the honest, conservative portion of the peo- 
ple — are put to shame at the infamy and atrocities of some of her military 
tyrants. The Philadelphia Eoening Journal has an article on " Barbarous 
Federal Generals," in which it speaks out thus boldly : 

" Whatever may be the final result of the present sanguinary war — 
whether the seceded States become subjugated or independent — the future 
impartial historian will pronounce the judgment of posterity against a few 
names that have figured conspicuously in the Federal service. 

" One of these worthies is Ben. Butler, who commenced his military 
career at Big Bethel, and ended it at New Orleans, where he played such 
fantastic tricks against humanity that the administration was compelled to 
remove him, and appoint a man whose instincts are not so brutal — who, in 
comparison, is a gentleman — we mean General Banks. Another one is 
Turchin, of Illinois, a colonel who was tried by court-martial for permitting 
and encouraging his men to arson, murder, plunder, and rape — -who was 
condemned and ordered to be dismissed in dishonor from the service, which 
sentence was approved by General Buell and promulgated, but who was 
immediately promoted from his colonelcy to a brigadier-generalship by 
Mr. Lincoln, and is now in service under General Bosecranz. 

"Another is an adventurer from the land of the blue-noses, named 
McNiel, who in cold blood ordered ten innocent non-combatants to be shot, 
because they resided in the neighborhood of one who had been abducted 
from his home by a guerilla band. The flimsy pretext for this barbarity 
was, that it was done in retaliation for his murder, but his subsequent 
return, safe and sound, destroyed the last prop upon which such an infamous, 
wholesale murder was sought to be justified. If the heart-rendino- ao-ony 
of the ten widows, and the wailing of their orphaned children, do not reach 
his conscience, then he will suffer all the more in hell, where there are 
saints in comparison to him. 

" Another name is that of Milroy, a canting, Methodistical preacher who 
has embraced the opportunity of civil war to wreak the petty venoeance 
and malice of his narrow soul upon the unfortunate, heart-broken and 
impoverished women and children of Virginia. His conduct in West Vir- 



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ginia was bad enough, but his ferocity in the valley around Winchester is 
shocking. But a short time since he ordered a family out of the lines, and 
would not permit them to take their clothing with them. It is said that 
even their crinoline was denied them, although they had treated our troops 
in the most kindly manner. He moved into the mansion immediately, and 
appropriated it for his headquarters, together with the spoons, pianos, &c, 
and, in a fit of generosity, presented one of the pianos to a female who was 
residing in one of the camps thereabouts. This family, although it was 
well known to have sheltered and succored our soldiers when the fate of 
war had thrown them captive in the neighborhood, was thus cruelly and 
unnecessarily thrown helpless upon the world, to gratify the lust of pillage 
of this general. 

" Another name is that of Steinwehr, whose complicity in the shocking 
scene of the burning of New Market will be remembered. It was proven 
that those who were trying to escape from the burning houses were driven 
back into the flames with the sabres of ferocious soldiers. Can the mind of 
man contemplate a greater scene of horror than was presented by frantic 
citizens, driven from their homes by the torch of the incendiary, shrieking 
and terror stricken? How they must have cried for mercy; how their 
piercing shrieks must have risen above the roar of the crackling flames, 
enveloping their own homsteads. But these did not pierce the heart of 
this general. No ; nor were any of his accomplices punished for this deed 
of infamy and horror. 

' " These incarnate fiends, without having any military ability whatever, 
have driven the people into hostility, when they might have been secured 
as friends. This article will be construed into a disparagement of our army 
and its officers; but let us tell those who would do so, that nothing dispar- 
ages our army so much, either at home or abroad, as the neglect to seek out 
and punish such offenders. The administration cannot plead ignorance of 
the facts. The acts of Butler, McNiel, and Milroy were brought to their 
notice by the protest of the enemy, while those of Turchin and Steinwehr 
were brought forward in the evidence before the court-martial. In every 
case they were protected and promoted by the administration, while Lieu- 
tenant Edgerly was dismissed for voting the Democratic ticket in New 
Hampshire, and Lieutenant Van Buren for permitting his soldiers to rifle a 
hen-roost. To insure promotion — rob, murder, and destroy; to incur dis- 
missal — abstain from robbery and inhumanity, or vote the Democratic 
ticket." 

WAIFS FROM A CAMP DIARY. 

To the Pensacola light-house was attached a small house for the keeper. 
One of the "Floridians," upon seeing it, observed that it was the biggest 
chimney to a small house that ever he came across. 



20 GLEANINGS FROM 

In the fight at Pocotaligo, South Carolina, one of our sharpshooters had 
a fiddle strapped to his back. I found him. hard at work, trying to get 
even he said, with the d — d Yankees for making him lose his bow. 

'Tis said that man, with latest breath, 

Betrays the ruling passion strong in death; 

But Yankees, true to country, will 

Lie till they die, and then — lie still. 

NEGRO DIGNITY 

Private Gibbs, of Charleston, was captured and sent to Hilton Head, 
and a negro, in uniform and armed, was placed as guard over him. A mis- 
chievous idea occured to Gribbs, to test the negro's sense of "freedom and 
equality with the white man." So, stepping up to him in an unguarded 
moment, Gribbs asked him, authoritatively, "Whom do you belong to?" 
Taken by surprise, the negro answered, submissively, "To de 'state of Ged- 
dis, on de main, sir," meaning an estate on the main-land — then, recollecting 
his changed condition, he walled his eyes angrily at Gribbs, and said : " Look 
'ere! stand off dare. Didn't you know I put here to guard you? I belong 
to Mister General Hunter and myself, now;" and he strutted forward and 
back with pompous dignity. 

AN INCIDENT OF THE BATTLE OF FREDERICKSBURG. 

The Lexington (Virginia) Gazette gives the following extract from a letter 
written by an officer to a citizen of that town. It relates an amusing inci- 
dent, which the officer says, "unlike most good things of the kind, is true:" 
"On Monday succeeding the battle of Fredericksburg, the Yankees asked 
and obtained a flag of truce, to collect and carry off their dead. As soon as 
it was understood that this was the case, there was a cessation of the pre- 
vious incessant firing between the skirmishers on both sides. Soon the men 
of both parties began to lay down their arms and walk out into the neutral 
ground between, and talk and swap newspapers, tobacco, coffee, &c. Then 
the lines grew more confused and mixed, till at last there was no separation 
between the advanced lines of both parties. 

"About this time, one of our fellows, a rough, wild-looking specimen, 
with his toes out of his shoes, his bushy hair protruding from the topless 
crown of his hat, ragged pants, and no coat, with a dingy, chocolate tint 
pervading his, "whole person, was rambling around generally, with nothing to 
give, but ready to accept anything, from a newspaper to an overcoat. 
Presently he espied a bran new Belgian musket lying abandoned on the 
ground. This was precisely the thing our Confederate Adonis wanted to 
complete his equipment and costume; so he picks it up, and starts off for 
his lines. Just then he is spied by a Yankee major on horseback a fellow 



AN ARMY NOTE-BOOK. 21 

got up in the highest style of military tailoring, with new coat and trap- 
pings, and, above all, a superb pair of patent leather top-boots. He rides 
up quickly, and calls out, rather sharply: 

"'Put down that musket, sir! You can't have that.' 

" Our Brummell gives him an edgewise glance of incredulity, and making 
no reply, pursues the even tenor of his way. Fretted that his appearance 
and authority should not have produced more effect upon such a looking 
fellow, the Yankee rides up close to him, and calls out, very curtly and 
sternly:. 

" 'Don't you know, sir, that you can't come within our lines and carry off 
guns under a flag of truce ? Put it down, sir, and go back to your reg- 
iment.' 

"Mercury looks up at him kindly and inquiringly, as if to be satisfied 
that he is in earnest, and, shaking his head at him, but without even slack- 
ening his pace, or weakening his hold of the musket, coolly replies : 

'" Never mind, sir! I '11 shoot you to-morrow, and get them boots.' 

" Do you think it will make much difference with that fellow whether the 
Government gives him shoes or not?" 

YANKEE REVERENCE FOR GENERAL LEE. 

When the army was passing through Pennsylvania, the ladies frequently 
came out of their houses to show their feeling of hostility to us, and to dis- 
play some evidence of it. At one place, a beautiful girl ran down the steps 
of .an elegant mansion, and, standing on the terrace in front, waved a min- 
iature United States flag in the face of our troops. Behind her, applauding 
her act, was grouped a party of ladies, all richly and fashionably attired, 
evidently belonging, to a family of some note. The troops passed by qui- 
etly, offering no insult to the flushed beauty as she flaunted her flag in their 
faces. At that moment General Lee rode up. His noble face, and quiet, 
reproving look met her eye, and the waving flag was lowered. For a 
moment she looked at him, and then, throwing down the miniature banner, 
exclaimed audibly, as she clasped her white hands together : " Oh ! I wish 
he was ours!" The flag was not picked up, but with hands still held 
tightly together, and a sad, thoughtful face, she went back, to the porch. 
No further attempt to show Union sentiment was made by those ladies. 

THE SPIRIT OF OUR HOMES. 

A few instances illustrate : 

" Mr. James Argo, residing in Pulaski County, Georgia, has fourteen 
sons and sons-in-law in the ranks of the 'Pulaski Volunteers' The old 
gentleman himself was a -soldier, stationed at Norfolk, in the war of 1812. 



22 GLEANINGS FROM 

" General Joseph Graham, of Lincoln County, Forth Carolina, has left a 
name renowned in history as a Revolutionary hero. His mantle has fallen 
upon his descendants. His youngest son, Ex-Governor Win. A. Graham, 
has five sons in the army. His sister, the youngest daughter of General 
Graham, and wife of the Rev. Dr. Robert H. Morrison, has two sons and 
four sons-in-law in the service, two of the latter being 'Bethel' Hill and 
' Stonewall ' Jackson. 

" The Shuler family, originally from Orangeburg District, South Caro- 
lina, exhibit a representation of fifty-one names in the Confederate service. 
The Easterling family have in Confederate service sixty-three representa- 
tives, all hailing from South Carolina. 

" In Cleveland County, North Carolina, Mrs. Hamrick, a widow, has but 
seven children, all sons, six of whom she has devoted to the Southern 
cause. She would devote the seventh, and her all, but that he is a small 
boy, too young for the army At the first call of her country, this noble 
mother urged her sons to 'the field. With such sons and such mothers, we 
fear not the issue. 

"In the list of casualties of the Fifth Virginia Regiment at Fredericks- 
burg, we see among the killed Lieutenant Bell, of Augusta County, the 
ninth killed oul^of twelve of that family in that regiment." 

THE TRUE SPIRIT. 

In these times of trial to men's souls, a modest exhibition of genuine 
patriotism and courage, in soldier or citizen, woman or child, commands the 
admiration and sympathy of all. What language can describe the emo- 
tions of those who fully appreciate the unyielding heroism with which. the 
patriotic preacher, Rev. Peyton Harrison, of Cumberland County, Vir- 
ginia, bears the weighty afflictions imposed upon him by this unholy war? 
At Manassas, the flower of the flock fell, at the head of his company, and 
with perfect resignation he bowed to the stroke. At Fort Donelson, 
another son, Rev. Dabney Carr Harrison, a joint-heir with his brother 
Peyton to their father's love, fell while gallantly leading his men in 
defence of that position. Closely following upon the telegram of Captain 
Dabney Harrison's death, the news of his daughter's death came upon him— 
a lovely young lady, who breathed her last at Brandon, on James River, a 
day or two since. And yet, in the face of this battalion of sorrows he 
evinced that undying spirit, the bulwark of Southern independence when 
he said, in a quiet and determined manner : "I have two more sons left to 
devote to our cause ; when they, too, are gone, I will shoulder the musket 
myself." 



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FIDELITY OP OUR SLAVES. 

The characteristic exhibitions of Yankee character and purpose do us, 
incidentally, great benefit in affording instances of the well-tried fidelity of 
the servants. , 

An old servant woman, who had been faithful under all trials and tempta- 
tions, went to the Yankee who had the basket of keys belonging to her 
mistress, and demanded the smoke-house key, saying that, as her mistress 
had had neither breakfast nor dinner, she was determined to cook her some- 
thing t© eat before she left. This faithful negro cook happened to be pos- 
sessed of a tongue which could run, when provoked, as fast and foul as a fish- 
woman's. When the Yankee refused to let her have the key, to get her 
mistress something to eat, she poured out upon him a stream of denuncia- 
tory epithets which he richly deserved, but which it would not do for us to 
publish. The reader may form some idea of what she said from the fol- 
lowing, which are some of the mildest epithets used in the old woman's 
vocabulary : " You mean, low, trifling, dirty, poor white trash, you ain't fit 
for nothing but to rob and steal. You poor, cowardly robbers, that's fit to 
steal niggers, and den rob der masters and mistresses, what ain't got nothing 
to fight you wid. Why don't you go up the Valley, whar Massa Jackson 
is. He's got guns, and swords, and bayonets, just like you is; why don't 
you go up dere and see him, you mean, sneaking, cowardly, poor white 
trash, de wus kind in de world." The old cook gave him " Jessie," and, as 
she was in the panoply of an Ethiopian skin, they were compelled to take it. 

A SOUTHERN FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE. 

A few years ago, Sir John Musgrave and his beautiful daughter visited 
New York, bringing with them the prestige of a good name, and wearing 
the livery of exceeding gracefulness and refinement of manners. They were 
feted and caressed by the merchant princes of the great commercial metrop- 
olis. The daughter won the heart of the gallant son of Henry Grinnell, 
the generous and noble-hearted merchant of New York, who hath been, 
and is now, the unflinching and dauntless friend of the South, "and who has 
defied the Lincoln Government in the expression of a bold and manly 
opinion in our behalf, and in the manifestation of the most substantial aid 
and comfort to our cause. 

Sir John and his daughter returned to England, and soon thereafter his 
daughter accompanied Florence Nightingale to the Crimea, and was the 
constant companion, day and night, of that angel of mercy, in her ministra- 
tions to the dying and wounded soldiers in the Crimean war. On her return 
to England, young Grinnell met her in London, and they were married, 
where they settled, enjoying all the luxuries and elegancies of life, which 
the princely wealth of their fathers could so well afford .them. Colonel 



24 GLEANINGS FROM 

} f Virginia, had often met Miss Musgrave in New York, and 

whilst passing down the street in Bichmond, suddenly and unexpectedly 
met her, wearing that bland and joyous smile and expression of recognition 
which imparts such a beautiful benevolence to her countenance. "Mercy !" 

exclaimed Colonel — -; " I would as soon have expected to see an angel 

from heaven! Pray, Miss Musgrave, how came you here?" 

Her story was soon told, with most unaffected simplicity. "After leaving 
New York," said she, "I returned to England, and went with Florence 
Nightingale to the Crimea. On my return home I married Mr. G-rinnell, 
and on the breaking out of the war in America, my husband avowed his 
determination to link his fortunes with the South; and I accompanied him. 
He soon raised a company — fitted them out at an expense to himself of 
fifteen thousand dollars — preferred that some one of more experience 
should be captain, taking for himself a lieutenancy — and he has gone to 
fio-ht for the South, and I am here in one of the hospitals of Bichmond, 
caring the best I can for the wounded and dying soldiers of the Confed- 
eracy." And she passed on — if not an angel from heaven, certainly an 
angel of earth — the Florence Nightingale of America! 

AN APT REPLY. 

When the streets of Montgomery were crowded with soldiery, and in- 
spiriting martial music stirred all hearts, a lady chanced to pass along one 
of the principal thoroughfares, when a volunteer, who probably felt the 
"one touch of nature which makes the whole world kin," very politely 
saluted her by raising his hat, .and remarking: "Farewell, my good lady; 
I'm going off to fight for you;" to which she instantly and very composedly 
replied: "And I intend remaining here to pray for you, sir." There was 
something in this reply so apropos — so womanly — that there was a general 
raising of hats among the group, who doubtless felt that a warm and truly 
generous heart beat in the bosom of the fair creature who had pledged her- 
self to invoke the benediction of Heaven upon them. 

The following noble compliment, nobly-won, was conferred on a 'private 
in his army by General Beauregard. Mr. Jones is a native of Fairfax 
County, but a resident of Warrenton, Virginia, and his town, county, and 
State will do well to be proud of the young hero, who has won such uncom- 
mon honors. The order which follows was read at the head of every regiment 
in Beauregard's whole army. All praise to the general who thus honors 
merit, even in the r^mks : 



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"Headquarters Army op the Mississippi, 
Corinth, Mississippi, April 12, 1862. 
"[GENERAL ORDERS No. 14.] 

"The Commander of the forces desires to call the special attention of the 
army to the intrepid behavior of Private Eicon Jones, Company K, Seven- 
teenth Regiment Virginia Volunteers, while on detached service in the 
signal corps, during the bombardment of the upper or Rucker's Battery at 
Madrid Bend; when the signal-flag, having been twice shot from his hand, 
was, nevertheless, promptly recovered by him, and his messages accurately 
transmitted without interruptions. 

"Preferring the post of danger and of duty to the relief proffered by his 

commanding officer, Private Jones remained at his perilous position for six 

days and nights, affording an example of patriotic devotion and personal 

valor eminently worthy of the emulation of his young countrymen-in-arms. 

"By command. of General Beauregard. 

F. H. JORDAN, 
Assistant Adjutant General." 

FEMALE HEROISM. 

Two of the late Judge Clopton's daughters had a servant hired at Fortress 
Monroe, and could not get her by sending. They made one of their ser- 
vants row them to the fort in a boat; they were armed with revolvers, and 
demanded admittance; the sentinel refused; they insisted, and were told 
that they would be fired upon; they said fire, then, and drew their revolvers 
and entered the fort. They told the officers that they had heard that the 
Hampton people should not throw up sand-banks, but that it should be 
done, if the ladies had, to do it; that they would head a company of ladies 
to do it. The officers said, if they were specimens of the ladies, they did 
not know what the men of Hampton would do. 

OLD ABE AND HIS WIFE PEN PORTRAIT. 

Russell, of the London Times, has furnished the following concerning the 
present occupants of the Yvhite House at Washington : 

"Leaving the hubbub and phiz-drinks and constant spitting of Willard's, 
the reader is permitted to follow Mr. Russell to the aristocratic seclusion of 
the White House. The servant who took the guest's hat was slow to 
believe that the gentleman was invited. 'He was/ says the Diary, 'par- 
ticularly inquisitive as to my name and condition in life; and when he 
heard I was ifot a minister, he seemed inclined to question my right to be 
there at all, for.' said he, 'there are none but members of the Cabinet and 
their wives and daughters dining here to-day.' Eventually, he relaxed, 
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26 GLEANINGS JFROM 

instructed me how to place my hat, so that it would be exposed to no indig- 
nity, and informed me that I was about to participate in a prandial enjoy- 
ment of no ordinary character. Mr. Jeams having been thus conciliated, 
the reporter was led to the reception-room. 

"Mrs. Lincoln was already seated to receive her guests. She is of the 
middle age and height, of a plumpness degenerating to the embonpoint 
natural to her years; her features are plain, her nose and mouth of the ordi- 
nary type, and her manners and appearance homely; stiffened, however, by 
the consciousness that her position requires her to be something more than 
plain Mrs. Lincoln, the wife of the Illinois lawyer. She is profuse in the 
use of the word 'sir/ in every instance, which is now almost an American- 
ism confined to certain classes, although it was once so common in England. 
Her dress I shall not attempt to describe, though it was very gorgeous and 
highly colored. She handled a fan with much energy, displaying a round, 
well-proportioned arm, and was adorned with some simple jewelry. Mrs. 
Lincoln struck me as being desirous of making herself agreeable." 
The portrait of the host is thus given in another chapter : 
"Soon afterwards there entered, with a shambling, irregular, almost 
unsteady gait, a tall, lank, lean man, considerably over six feet in height, 
with stooping shoulders, long, pendulous arms, terminating in hands of 
extraordinary dimensions, which, however, were far exceeded in proportion 
by his feet. He was dressed in an ill-fitting, wrinkled suit of black, which 
put one in mind of an undertaker's uniform at a funeral; round his neck a 
rope of black silk was knotted in a large bulb, with flying ends projecting 
beyond the collar of his coat; his turned-down shirt-collar disclosed a 
sinewy, muscular, yellow neck, and above that, nestling in a great mass of 
black hair, bristling and compact, like a ruff of mourning pins, rose the 
strange, quaint face and head, covered with its thatch of wild republican 
hair, of Lincoln. The impression produced by the size of his extremities, 
and by the flapping and wide-projecting ears, may be removed by the 
appearance of kindliness, sagacity, and the awkward bonhomie of his face; 
the mouth is absolutely prodigious; the lips, straggling, and extending 
almost from one line of black beard to the other, are only kept in order by 
two deep furrows from the nostril to the chin ; the nose itself — a prominent 
organ — stands out from the face, with an inquiring, anxious air, as though 
it were sniffling some good thing in the wind; the eyes, dark and deeply 
set, are penetrating, but full of an expression which almost amounts to 
tenderness; and above them projects the shaggy brow, running into the 
small, hard frontal space, the development of which can scarcely be estimated 
accurately, owing to the irregular locks of thick hair carelessly brushed 
across it." 



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A PORTRAIT OF PRESIDENT DAVIS AND HIS CHILDREN. 

A correspondent of the Charleston Courier, writing under date June 17, 
1861, describes as follows : 

"The parlors of the President, at the Spottswood Hotel, this evening have 
been the locale of a pleasant interchange of, courtesies between himself and 
the members of the Virginia Convention. On the first day of their session, 
the body passed a resolution instructing the Chairman to address Mr. Davis* 
and ascertain when it would be convenient to receive them. He responded, 
naming the evening, upon which a resolution was passed that the members 
should pay their respects in a body. They accordingly assembled at eight 
o'clock, and, headed by the venerable Ex-President John Tyler, and Hon. 
John Janney, the President of the Convention, proceeded arm in arm from 
the Capitol to the hotel. Arriving here, the door of the private entrance 
was thrown open, and the procession ascended to the Presidential parlors, 
where were present the Chief Magistrate; Hon. Robert Toombs, Secretary 
of State; Hon. Mr. Mallory, Secretary of the Navy; Hon. Mr. Memminger, 
Secretary of the Treasury; and Mr. Wm. M. Browne, Assistant Secretary 
of State. As the gentlemen severally advanced, they were introduced by 
Mr. Ewbank, the Secretary of the Convention, and in ten minutes the 
apartments were filled by a hundred or more of the 'solid men' of Virginia, 
each one happy in that happiest of all reflections, that he was looking his 
very best. 

" The President always looks well, but never, to my mind, is he so much 
in his element as when the centre of an admiring throng: throwing: out 
those brilliant scintillations of thought with which his fertile mind is so 
pregnant. This was especially the case this evening. Not only was each 
gentleman met with a kind and different greeting from that received by his 
neighbor, but, after the formalities of the introduction were over, the free- 
dom with which he moved hither and thither, dropping a compliment to 
one, calling up some reminiscence of the past to another, touching gently 
upon the events of the time to a third, relating a brief but appropriate 
anecdote to a fourth, and making himself eminently agreeable to all, did not 
fail to produce upon the minds of his visitors the impression experienced by 
every man who spends .even five minutes in the Presidential presence. 
Davis adorns the social circle as well as he has the forum or the field. 
Combining the freedom of the friend with the caution of the diplomat, yet 
giving full scope to his fine conversational abilities, he draws more out, and 
puts more into his auditors, with less restraint and less effort, than one would 
believe possible. You look, you listen, and you talk. Magnetized by one 
of the most irresistible smiles in the world, charmed with his language, and 
yet involuntarily drawn into the expression of your own sentiments, you 



28 GLEANINGS FROM 

soon forget that you are talking with the President of the Southern Union, 
and remember only the man. Such is President Davis in the parlor. What 
he is in the cabinet, as statesman, and soldier, the world already knows. 

"Moving around in the crowd were two microscopic Davises— Maggie 
and Jeff., Jr.— as handsome and brilliant a pair of household angels as ever 
blessed .a parent's heart. Maggie is what the ladies would call 'a perfect 
gem.' She has large, brown, expressive eyes, long lashes, which, but for 
natural vivacity, would give her an almost pensive cast of countenance; 
round, rosy cheeks; a sweet little nose and mouth; a dimpled chin; a fine 
growth of black hair, clipped short on the neck, and a clear, rosy complex- 
ion. Add to these charms a tiny form, pretty enough to belong to a divinity, 
and you have a pen-and-ink portrait of a diminutive specimen of humanity 
who would make a jewel of a picture in any kind of setting, whether she 
belonged to a President 'or any other man.' 

"The other Davis — young Jeff. — is a chubby, broad-shouldered, gray- 
eyed, big-headed, brown-haired chap, five years old, fat ; fair, and fresh as a 
rosebud ; but beyond these points, he is a boy like any other. 

"The father seems proud of both these bantlings; and as they edged 
through the crowd and took a place by his side once or twice, though 
engaged in conversation with a number of gentlemen around him, he still 
found time to bestow upon them the smiles and caresses of affection." 

THE SPIRIT OF OUR SOLDIERS. 

The full story of moral heroism, personal sacrifice, and gallant deeds- writ- 
ten in blood during this war, can never be transferred to history. We can 
only preserve such instances as occasionally find their record in the columns 
of the press : 

"A mother had proposed to hire a substitute. The son replied : 'No, I 
say now that I will never leave my flag in the hour of peril. Come weal, 
come woe, I will always be found fighting under the Confederate flag until 
liberty and peace are restored, and the Southern Confederacy is acknowl- 
edged by the civilized world. If you have any^ money to spare to hire a 
substitute, you had better do it ; though, if you hire five hundred it will 
have no effect towards bringing me home, for I intend seeing this war out, if 
I live. 

"A mere youth, who belonged to the cavalry, rode by a poor, weary, and 
forsaken soldier, and observing that he was barefooted and the blood run- 
ning from his feet, immediately jerked off his boots, and, throwino- them to 
him, said : 'Take them, I have a horse and you are a-foot;' and rode off 
before a reply could be made. The result was, the poor little fellow took 
pneumonia and died." 



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A Northern paper contains the following : 

"A rebel major, who was wounded and taken prisoner, said, after one of 
our surgeons had dressed his wounds: 'Gentlemen, I did not expect such 
kind treatment at your hands ; but I tell you, in all candor, you never can 
capture Richmond, unless you do it over the dead and wounded bodies of 
fifty thousand men. We have resolved it; we shall endeavor to perform 
it/ This sentiment is shared by all the prisoners we have captured." 

" During one of the adventurous raids of General John Morgan in Ken- 
tucky, a shell struck a Sergeant McDaniel on the leg, crushing and man- 
gling it so terribly that he died a few hours after. As the general rode by 
him, he called out: 'How are you, general;' and as the general turned 
around, he said: 'Don't mind me, I am past cure;' and calling to some com- 
rades who were near, said : ' Here are some few cartridges — you will need 
them.' These were about the last words spoken by the poor fellow. 
Another poor fellow, who was shot through the intestines, as the surgeon 
approached him, said: 'Doctor, don't mind me; my wound is fatal; go to 
those whom you can assist.' " 

A NOBLE BOY. 

A friend from Holly Springs related to us the following incident, which 
occurred in Jackson, Tennessee. Little Bennie Malone, a boy about ten 
years of age, and son of Dr. B. J. Malone, of Jackson, resented manfully an 
insult offered his mother, by one of the infamous Yankees quartered there, 
by striking him a severe blow on the head with a rock. Standing by a 
squad of Yankees on the sidewalk, he heard one of them use some insult- 
ing language about his mother, as she passed them, when he said : " Sir, 
she is my mother;" to which the chivalric Yankee replied: "I don't care 
a d — n if she is." At this moment the little fellow let fly a rock, which 
brought the accursed Yankee to the ground, whence he was carried to his 
quarters. When last heard from he was considered to be in a precarious 
condition, and fears were entertained that he might recover. Little Bennie 
was arrested and carried before the military authorities, but on a hearing 
of the case he was released. 

A FEARFUL ORDEAL. 

On the battle-field of Gaines' Mill, near Richmond, on the 27th of June 
1862, Colonel Gregg's first color-sergeant of the First Regiment South 
Carolina Volunteers, James H. Taylor, was killed, after having been shot 
down three times, twice rising to bear his flag. He was only sixteen years 
of age. Young Cotchett next fell, and the colors were passed to Shubrick 
Hayne, who, in like turn, was soon shot down; when a fourth, Alfred G. 
Pinckney, took them from Hayne, and almost instantly fell, mortally 



30 GLEANINGS FROM 

wounded, across the body of his friend. Gadsden Holmes stood ready to 
receive them, in turn, but fell, pierced with several balls, before the oppor- 
tunity occurred. Hayne was but eighteen, and the other three not twenty- 
one years of asre. Thus in a few moments were offered and accepted upon 
the aitar of their country five as noble spirits as have ever graced the 
annals of any history, upon their first battle-field. 

Not long before, while their regiment was drawn up in line, thgir colonel 
had said to them of tbe colors: "Die by them, boys, but never let them 
trail." How faithfully was this order carried out. Surely, such heroism 
deserves the grateful remembrance of their country. 

TREATMENT OE FEMALE PRISONERS. 

The Washington correspondent of the Baltimore Exchange says : 
"The 'grand army of the North/ no longer running from Richmond, is 
now warring against women. A constant reader of your paper, I notice 
your moderate notice of these ' female rebels,' and for the sake of truth, 
send you the enclosed, leaving with your discretion to do with it what your 
judgment suggests; for mine, awed by the surrounding bayonets, dare not 
venture beyond the truth, and even trembles at this. But to facts. 
Imagine a listener, rather than an actor, relating her experience. 

" On Saturday, at eleven, A. M., Mrs. , entertaining her sister, a 

lady friend was much surprised to see two men enter and announce that she 
was under arrest, and her family also. Immediately, armed men placed 
themselves in her parlors, at all the doors, and around the house, while the 
two men proceeded up stairs, throwing open the sacred doors of her apart- 
ments, forcing open drawers, desks, wardrobes, boxes, tearing the bedding 
from the beds, searching the pockets of dresses, with an activity which 
threatened destruction to everything. Remonstrance was vain, for they 
were told to hush, or else they should have guards placed over each one of 
them. Their hands were violently seized because a pocket-book was de- 
tained, and the unfortunate female pushed into a room with a soldier over 
her. They were grossly insulted, bringing the tears into their women's 
eyes. Every insult, in act and speech, was shown to them ; and when their 
desks and pockets had been robbed of their contents, they were all huddled 
into one room, with armed men to guard them. 

" I have long wished for some term to define a mass of vulgarity, ruffianly 
conduct, and insult to unprotected women, and have found it in a New 
York detective policeman. The prisoners have four guards over them.' 
They turned them out of their parlors ; sleep and smoke on their sofas • an- 
swer the bell when their friends call ; their cards and notes are all exam- 
ined. They illuminate the house, seated at the front windows with their 
legs over the chairs; thrust themselves whenever the ladies meet together 



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(the family being large) to hear their remarks; have examined and threat- 
ened the servants if they did not tell. The prisoners cannot get a pitcher 
of water without a guard being sent with their servants. Their mail is 
taken possession of, and their privacy intruded up in every way. 

" Now, as there is a God in heaven, have I stated exactly what this nine- 
teenth century has allowed. Isolated from all their friends, thus are they 
left to the vengeance of this Government. The charge of treasonable cor- 
respondence cannot- be sustained. No letter has ever been written to any 
Confederate leader; nor can proof be found to sustain this arrest. They 
are entirely ignorant into whose hands they have fallen, and are as much 
guarded as if they were the veriest convicts on record." 

THE BRIGADIER GENERAL ADOLPH VON STEINWEHR. 

Among the many aspirants for infamy in the Yankee army, there is no 
officer of rank so little known to the Southern public as the Brigadier 
Steinwehr, who, in his late order to his understrapper, Steadman, exhibits a 
cold-blooded impudence which is truly Gothic. He is a genuine Yankee 
fee, fau, fum general, who proffers the hospitalities of his tent to Virginia 
gentlemen, with the condition annexed of shooting or hanging one. of his 
guests. From a gentlemen, whom chance threw much in the way of this 
truculent general long before he was the imposing brigadier that he now is, 
we have obtained some interesting particulars of his life in America, which 
we propose to lay before our readers : 

Brigadier Steinwehr is, as his name implies, a German, and hails from 
the little principality of Saxe Gotha. His family have been respectable ; 
and an uncle of his is now a General of that picayune Government. Stein- 
wehr, the Yankee general, first made his appearance in the old United 
States in the character of a draughtsman, in the hydrographical bureau, 
under Professor Bache, and, at a salary of three dollars a day, worked in 

Mobile, under direction of Captain , of the United States Navy, who 

was then engaged in the survey of the coast. An intimacy soon sprung up 

between Steinwehr and Mrs. , and their conduct gave rise to a great 

deal of scandal. As the details would be offensive to ears polite, we pass 
them over in silence, contenting ourselves with mentioning the result of the 
intimacy. Madam left Mobile the divorced wife of a dishonored husband, 
Steinwehr bearing her company, marked, for life, with the gash of a Bowie- 
knife, extending across his face, from the eye to the chin. 

Madam had a good deal of personal property, jewelry, &c, and our Yan- 
kee general, then unfledged, next turned up in New York at a fashionable 
boarding-house, under the title of Baron Adolph von Steinwehr, and the 
cast-off wife as Madam le Countess de von Steinwehr. The baron made a 
desperate plunge into society, but, despite all his efforts, could never reach 



32 GLEANINGS FROM 

the enchanted ground, the inner circle of the elite. German barons were a 
drug in the market; a Japanese Tommy was worth a dozen barons at that 
time. Our Yankee fledgeling general left the metropolis in disgust, and 
turned up in .Albany, New York. Here barons were scarce, and as the 
Baron Steinwehr had felt the knife and boots of Americans, and others, he 
droped a peg or two, and tried the scientific and injured innocence caper. 
In Albany, he represented himself to the Van Kensellaers, Ten Eycks, 
Townsends, Bayards, and others, as a German noble, who, suffering from his 
love of liberty, his contempt of rank, &c, and being an outcast from the 
land of his fathers, deprived him of his vast possessions, was forced to fall 
back upon his acquirements for a living. He met with a great deal of sym- 
pathy and •encouragement. He made a great noise; he was to write a book; 
teach drawing; make a physical geography, &c; in short, he "got into 
society," and all went swimmingly with him for a time. But it was not 
long before he displayed qualities which did not increase his popularitjr. 
He obtained endorsements on bills which he forgot to honor; borrowed 
books and other articles of value, and pawned them; borrowed small change 
which he never repaid, and at last — "breathe it not in G-ath" — he was sus- 
pected of stealing what he could not borrow. He cheated at cards, and was 
tabooed in Albany. For this same trick he had been kicked by the less re- 
fined inhabitants of New Fork City. Albany refused him, and he was 
obliged to leave his drawing pupils untaught, and his projected physical 
geography unfinished. 

A penniless rowdy, he returned to New York City about the time 
"Honest Abe" made the discovery that seventy-five thousand Yankee 
volunteers could not squelch "the rebellion." He saw in the disorders and 
necessities of the times an opportunity for a position; and a brewer, named 
Speyer, upon whom he had been sponging, saw an opportunity of getting 
rid of a heavy encumbrance. Speyer, who ruled a large portion of the 
lager-selling and drinking community, set himself to work, and raised a 
regiment for Steinwehr ; and the latter, having lived in Albany, knew the 
modes of doing business there, and had little difficulty in obtaining the com- 
mission of colonel. How he rose to his present position can be briefly told. 
Not deficient in pluck or impudence, he stood while others ran; he worked 
while others loafed, and is now a brigadier general. The styling himself 
A. Steinwehr, is an attempt to Anglicise his name — the " Baron Adolph 
von Steinwehr" being played out. Should he, at any time, fall into the 
hands of our troops, the following description will serve to identify him : In 
height, he is about five feet four inches, compactly made, but rather short- 
legged, broad shoulders, quick in his manner — in affectation of the French 
style; bald head, what hair there is left being sandy; bluish-grey eyes- 
nose aquiline, and slightly flattened by a blow; mouth large, but well 



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formed; chin prominent; moustache sandy, sprinkled with gray, and a 
frightful gash on the left cheek, from the eye to the goatee — a souvenir of 
Mobile. 

OUR OLD MEN. 

A gentleman, who has been traveling through the country, relates the 
following: Biding up to a house, he called for a drink of water, and in- 
quired of the lady who sent it to him, if there were any young men who 
wished to volunteer. He was told that she thought there was. During the 
conversation, the old man came limping to the door, and heard the inquiry 
for volunteers, when the old lady remarked: "Why, old man, you cau go;" 
and, turning to the recruiting officer, she said: " He can't get about much, 
to be sure, but then, he can sit in a fort and touch off cannon." 

At the time South Carolina seceded, a venerable citizen of that State was 
residing in Galveston, Texas, and, there being a prospect of her coercion^ 
expressed his determination io return and volunteer. His extreme age 
was suggested to him, by an affectionate grand-daughter, as a reason why he 
should remain at home. " Why, grand-pa, suppose you went, what good 
could you do?" "What good!" replied the old sire, with spirit; "why, I 
could stand by and say, hurrah, boys!" 

A YOUTHFUL HERO. 

Among the many youthful heroes who fell, dying or wounded, at the bat- 
tle of Williamsburg, was John Tyler Waller, the same who at. Leesburg 
received the approbation of General Evans for his heroic conduct. 

Young Waller (fourteen years of age) belonged to the gallant "Home 
Guard," of Lynchburg, Virginia, Captain Otey, whose company was in the 
thickest of the fight during the entire period of the action. When met by 
his father, who was deeply distressed, he remarked : "Father, I fell defend- 
ing my dear mother's grave." God grant him recovery from his wounds. 

GENERAL ALBERT SIDNEY JOHNSTON. 

At Shiloh, the brave and heroic Sidney Johnston directed the First Mis- 
souri to advance, and then riding to where an Arkansas brigade was waver- 
ing, he seized the barrel of a musket in his hand, and cried out: "You 
Arkansas men, who boast of using the Bowie-knife, let me see how you can 
use the bayonet!" and led a charge, before which the Yankees fell back in 
dismay, but not until one of their accursed bullets had struck the noblest 
man upon the field, and he who sacrificed his own life for the welfare of the 
Yankee wounded. But a few moments before receiving his wound, the 
magnanimous leader of the Southern army passed over a gully filled with 
Yankee wounded, groaning pitifully. Turning to his own surgeon, then the 
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3-1 . GLEANINGS FROM 

only one of his staff with him, he said: "Go back and mitigate the suffer- 
ings of some of those poor, miserable devils." The surgeon declined, upon 
the "round that his proper position was inseparably attached to Johnston. 
But the o-eneral repeated the request, and his surgeon left him to attend to 
the sufferings of the enemy's wounded. A few moments afterwards, Gen- 
eral Johnston received a severe wound in the thigh, from, the hemorrhage 
of which he died. Had bis surgeon been present, the wound might have 
been dressed, the hemorrhage stopped, and his life saved. As it was, he 
concealed the fact of his wound, continued to lead forward his successful 
columns, and finally perished, the victim of his own magnanimous, heroic 
nature. 

GENERAL PETTIGREW. 

He received a disabling wound through the lungs, and as he was being 
carried off the field, he inquired of his attendants, "How goes the battle?" 
The reply was, "Against us." "Then," said the gallant Pettigrew, "lay 
me down, and go and fight." He was laid down, and was made a prisoner. 

BRECKINRIDGE AT BATON ROUGE. 

A correspondent of the Mobile Tribune, writing from Grenada, says: 
"Honor to whom honor is due," and it is but right that the fact should 
be recorded, that the Kentuckians won the most glory in the Baton Rouge 
battle. They distinguished themselves for gallantry, as they had done at 
Shiloh, under the same loved leader. Breckinridge, too, acted with the 
intrepidity of a Marlborough. At one critical period, when the fall of 
General Clarke was, apparently, about to throw the army into a panic, he 
rode quickly forward, and eloquently exclaimed : "Come, my brave boys, and 
follow me — I will lead you on to victory ! " The next moment, a whole 
phalanx of bayonets was rushing like an avalanche upon the foe, and the 
victory was ours ! " 

MEN WHOSE NA l MES SHOULD NEVER DIE. 

When Brigadier General Garland, of Virginia, fell, mortally wounded, on 
the bloody field of Sharpsburg, his aid rode up to the dying hero, with the 
inquiry : "Are you hurt, general?" 

"Yes," he answered, "I am dying — go tell the senior colonel of this 
brigade to assume the command." 

But not among generals alone do we find ever-memorable illustrations of 
all that is ennobling, and all that is divine in human impulses and charac- 
ter. The armies of the South furnish from among the common soldiery 
instances of heroism, and of an inextinguishable love of glory which no 



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recorded example of human greatness transcends in ennobling characteris- 
tics. 

When Sergeant Spithaler, of the " Swiss Rifles," fell, mortally wounded, 
on the battle-field Of Perryville, his thigh crushed and torn by a cannon- 
shot, Colonel Tyler, his commanding officer, went to him,. saying: "Let me 
have you removed to the rear." 

*'No!" said the expiring hero, "let me die on the battle-field." 
His name should never be stricken from the roll of his company, and 
whenever it is called, let some war-worn comrade answer, as was done for 
one who fell thus in the old war for Independence— let some old veteran 
answer: "Dead on the field." 

colonel colquitt's gallantry at jackson*. 

Lieutenant Hutchinson, in command of the color company (Harris 
County, Georgia), of the Forty-Sixth Georgia Volunteers, in the battle of' 
Jackson, thus alludes to the gallantry of Colonel Colquitt, in a private 
letter : 

"Perhaps no man ever behaved with, more coolness and bravery on the 
field of battle, than did Colonel Colquitt. He was with us, side by side* 
during the action of three hours, and when one asked, 'where he was?' 
'There he sits/ was the reply, 'on his horse, the balls whizzing around him, 
and cutting the leaves over his head/ At one time, I heard his voice 
above the noise of musketry, shouting, ' Stand firm, men! Remember you 
are Georgians! Let us fall together!' The whole brigade are pleased with 
his bearing, and none more than the Forty-Sixth Georgia, who would not. 
exchange him." 

how a brave man can die — colonel robert a. smith. 

General Hospital No. 4, 
Richmond, February 14, 1863. 

My dear Sir: At your request, I willingly furnish you with the follow- 
ing narrative of the last hours of the noble and devoted Colonel Robert A. 
Smith, who commanded and bravely led the Forty-Fourth Georgia Volun- 
teers on the bloody field of Ellison's Mill, near the city. I fully agree 
with you, that the deeds of that Christian gentleman, polite and accom- 
plished soldier, and intrepid warrior, should find a permanent place in the 
records of this bloody war. 

For some weeks before the seven days' fighting around Richmond, Colo- 
nel Smith had been in a very low state of health — confined much of the 
time to his bed. The evening of the 25th of June, I called at his marquee 
to see how he was— with his usual kind welcome, he invited me in. I sat 
for a few minutes conversing upon general topics, until a courier was ush- 



36 GLEANINGS FROM 

ered in, with orders. With a countenance calm, as if considering some 
subject that had been previously well digested, he read over the orders, and 
soon the courier was gone. 

"Well, Captain," said he, "we get ready to-night for the work of to-mor- 
row." 

"What is that, Colonel?" I asked. 

He then briefly gave the orders, saying: "See that your men cook their 
rations well." 

"Colonel," said I, after a moment's silence, "you will not be able to go 
out with us." He sat — for he had raised himself, and was sitting on the 
side of his bed a moment- — as if in a deep reverie, but suddenly, lifting his 
drooping eyes^and brightening up, said, " Yes, Captain, I shall go, if I live." 

He then reclined upon his bed, and closed his eyes. I saw that he was 
quite feeble, and felt little like talking, and T left his tent. 

All was now hurry and bustle in camp. Some with gloomy countenances, 
some with buoyant spirits, went to work preparing for filling their canteens 
and haversacks. I was busily engaged, for several hours, in getting my 
company all ready. 

At one o'clock, A. M., on the 26th, we were to leave our' camp to take 
up the line of march for the banks of the Chickahominy, on the Mechan- 
icsville road. About midnight, I went to the colonel's tent; he was awake. 
I silently approached his bed, "Ah!" said he, "you up already? Well, 
soon will be the time." He was quite feeble. I said to him : 

"Colonel, you are not trying to go out this morning, are you?" 

"I have thought but little about it," said he. 

I was quite anxious to have him go with us, had he been able; but I knew 
he was not able. Every man, had each been consulted, would have said 
that he wanted Colonel Smith to be in command when we went into the 
fight. But all would now say, he cannot go this time. I remonstrated 
against his going, but to no effect : he said, "I shall go." 

Soon the order came for us to get into line. I was with my company 
until the regiment was formed. When we were ready to march, Colonel 
Smith came out, and was assisted to mount his horse. We were ordered to 
"left face," and "counter-march," as we should move forward left in front. 

We started towards the 31echanicsville Turnpike, but the road beinc 
very muddy, and the night very dark, we had to stop frequently, half an hour 
at a time, in order that the troops ahead of us might get out of our way. 
I was marching just behind Colonel Smith; and about the second time we 
stopped, which was before we had got more than one-half mile from camp 
the colonel beckoned me to him. When I was by his side, he suid to me: 

"I am very sick; help me down." 



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I took him under each arm, and assisted him ftom his horse. When I 
had led him to a log, he sat down, and very soon began to vomit. I held 
his head some time; he was very sick. After he became easy, I entreated 
him to return to camp, or go to some house, assuring him that he was not 
able to proceed further. 

"No," said he, "I will go on." 

I assisted him to and upon his horse, and again we moved forward. About 
day-light, we reached the Mechanicsville road, and halted. Again I assisted 
him from his horse. He could scarcely stand when he was on his feet. 
Very soon he was vomiting again, and, while holding his head, I found he 
had an ague. I told him that he was doing great injustice to himself to 
go on; but he persisted, and said that he was determined to go. I knew 
that it was useless to urge him further, since he was determined to go. 
After resting some half or three-quarters of an hour, we marched on until 
we were within half a* mile of the Chickahominy, where we inclined to the 
right of the road, under cover of a hill, and in a beautiful grove of majes- 
tic oaks, we were halted, and ordered to "stack arms" and* rest. Soon the 
troops of our (General Ripley's) brigade were all down resting. I went to 
Colonel Smith, and asked him how he felt. 

" Very poorly," he replied. 

I then asked him if he wished anything. After he had a bed fixed of 
leaves, with a'blanket spread over them, he laid down, and said to me : 

" Captain, you will be detached this evening, as skirmishers — your com- 
pany, with three others." • 

"Well," I replied, "I will do the best I can." 

"Yes, I know you will discharge your duty; I hope you will come out 
successful." 

I then left him. I knew from his flushed cheeks that the fever was 
preying upon him. "Poor fellow," thought I, "how he is suffering!" 

Soon, all around was still. Here a group of soldiers in earnest conversation. 
There one sits apart, meditating, perhaps, about home and its endearments. 
Yonder they lie, with the earth for their bed, wrapped in slumber, dreaming 
of fond and loved ones far away. Oh! could we know the soldier's dream 
when he lies sleeping his last sleep, just upon the eve of a terrible conflict 
and in full view of a field soon to be drenched in gore — yes, drenched in 
human gore! Ah! how sweetly he dreams, and is troubled not. Perhaps 
some loving husband is asking for one more embrace and kiss from that 

adored wife ; or the affectionate fathe/ is clinging to his darling little one 

that curly-headed boy, or that rosy-cheeked little daughter— asking for one 
more evening with them before he becomes a sacrifice upon his country's 
altar. Here is that beloved son, about whom that loving mother" has spent 
so many sleepless hours, and for whom she has so often gone to her God in 



38 GLEANINGS FROM 

humble, yet bold, supplication. See, he smiles. Oh ! little- he thinks of the 
sad and terrible hour just ahead. He, perhaps, is by that fond mother's 
side, telling her how he has fought to win his country's freedom. Well, 
my pleasant-looking fellow-soldier, I hope all your fond dreams may be real- 
ized. But here is the betrothed lover; see that placid countenance; how calm 
he rests. He wots not that the conflict is»30 near at hand. He feels secure, 
as he trusts in his God; yet he asks to spend a little more time with the 
idol of his heart. But hear, the order is going round to " be ready," and 
soon we start. 

Pray excuse this digression. A sleeping army, just before a great battle! 
Oh ! who would survive the conflict '( 

I went to my colonel, and saw that he was already up, and preparing for 
the field. I was ordered to take my company and report to General Hill for 
orders. Soon I was off. After the skirmishers had made the recqnnois- 
sance ordered, and gotten possession of the bridge over the Chickahominy, 
the brigade crossed, and I saw Colonel Smith, as he rode along ahead of his 
regiment. Soon thereafter I saw him assisted from his horse, a gentleman 
actually taking liim in his arms, as he would a little child. Having drawn 
his sword, and formed his line of battle, he spoke a cheering word or two to 
his men, when General Hill ordered the whole line forward, to charge a 
battery. 

See that noble man and gallant soldier, Colonel Smith, as he dismounts 
his horse, and marches off on foot, telling his men to follow him. Onward, 
and yet onward he goes! Though weak and faint from physical debility, 
and suffering with scorching fever and aching pain, yet so strong in devo- 
tion to his country's cause, that, even when he was not able to mount his 
horse without assistance, he could gallantly lead his devoted regiment over a 
wide space of ground in double-quick time, and under a perfect storm, of 
shot and shell. 

My company being ordered on the flank of the brigade by the general 
commanding, I did not see the colonel when he was wounded; but from 
others, who saw him, I learned that he most bravely rushed on until he fell, 
pierced by the enemy's ball. Then, after he had fallen, to those who went 
to assist him, he would cry aloud: "Charge, men, charge!" 

Dear Colonel Smith, he is gone; but never was a truer patriot, a braver 
soldier, or humbler Christian carried upon a litter from the battle-field. 
As you are advised, he died a few days after he was wounded. His death, 
no doubt, was caused by his extreme physical debility at the time he went 
into the action of the 26th day of June, thus showing his self-sacrificing 
devotion to his country. He knew that his whole regiment loved him • he 
knew it had confidence in him, and he knew that it would fight under him 
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AN ARMY NOTE-BOOK. ' 39 

wished their reputation to be sustained, and wished them to succeed in the 
great conflict in which they were about to engage, he willingly sacrificed 
his life. He is gone; but he was a good man. He has fallen, but to rise 
again. He is dead, yet he still lives — yes, lives in the hearts of his coun- 
trymen. But with the men of his regiment he lives in Christian example 
and noble actions. By his me,n he will ever be remembered. 

MODEL SPEECHES BY OUR GENERALS. 

On reaching Fairfax, President Davis was greeted with deafening shouts 
of welcome, and the rejoicing soldiers were importunate for a speech from 
the golden-ton gued orator. Their desire was gratified by these pointed, 
stirring, and eloquent words : 

" Soldiers : Generals Beauregard and Johnston are here, the orators of 
the day. They speak from the mouths of cannon, of muskets, and of rifles ; 
and when they speak, the country listens. I will keep silence." 

While on his way to Jackson, Tennessee, to take command of the Con- 
federate forces, General Bragg made the following brief, pithy, and sensible 
speech at Meridian, Mississippi : 

" Fellow-Citizens : In deference to your repeated calls, I appear, only to 
see and be seen, and to tender you my thanks for your kindness. 

" This is a time for acts, not words. Experience has taught me, too, that 
every man should stick to his trade. In many efforts, I believe I never 
made but one successful speech, and that was in a few words, when I 
courted my wife— the result then being due less to any merit either in the 
speech or the speaker, than to an unfortunate habit with young ladies of 
deciding more from impulse than reason^ by which, as in my case, they are. 
too apt to be unfortunate. Ponder well, then, my fellow-citizens, this piece 
of advice : never call on an old soldier for speeches ; and, if you will par- 
don me the liberty, I will add, never send politicians to command ydur 
armies. From that time our cause will prosper." 

General Joe Johnston, while in Mobile, was serenaded at the residence 
of General McCall, with whom he was sojourning, by quite a mob of Mo- 
bilians. They called for him, loud and long. Finally he appeared, where- 
upon three loud shouts were given for the hero of Manassas, to which he 
replied : " Gentlemen, the hero of Manassas is not here to-night, he is in 
Charleston." Three cheers were then given for the hero of Seven Pines. 
To which he replied : "Gentlemen, no one man was ever the hero of Seven 
Pines. In that bloody battle there were many heroes under our flag, and 
the very noblest of them were from Alabama." Whereupon, he made his 
bow, said "good night," and retired, amid shouts and cheers that he did not 
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OUTRAGES ON LADIES. 



As one of the latest, but by no means worst instances, we take the fol- 
lowing from the Staunton (Virginia) Spectator, referring to the proceedings 
of some emissaries of Mr. and Mrs. General Milroy, against the family of Mr. 
Lloyd Logan, whose only offence was the observance of the Confederate 
appointment of a day of special prayer : 

" One of them stepped up and demanded all the keys belonging to the 
premises. Mrs. Logan refused to give them up. But in the meantime 
some had taken possession of every room, from the basement to the attic, in- 
cluding the chambers of her daughters. One of her daughters, who had 
just left her chamber, and had witnessed what they were doing, ran down 
and besought, her mother to give them the keys, as they were breaking every 
lock in the house. The keys were then given to them. They entered 
every room, and ransacked every drawer, and stole whatever they could lay 
their hands upon. They stole all the money they found, and would not 
allow Mrs. Logan to take a single garment of clothing belonging to her hus- 
band and sons. They did 'condescend,' however, to allow her and her 
daughters to take part of their wardrobe. One of the Yankees dressed 
himself up in one of Mr. Logan's suits of clothes, and no doubt thinking 
that, as he had on a gentleman's clothes, he looked more like a gentleman 
than he ever did before, walked up, with an air of pride, and asked one of 
the daughters ' how she thought he looked in her father's clothes V She 
wilted him with the prompt reply : ' You look, sir, the personification and 
embodiment of a rogue, which is your true character.' 

" Mrs. Milroy, worthy to be the wife of her husband, had arrived, with 
the view of taking possession of the fine mansion. When this family were 
thus thrust from their own home, Mrs. Milroy clapped her hands in exulta- 
tion, .and exclaimed : ' Go, ye secesh, I hope you may be made to starve.' 
They were taken, under guard of sixty cavalry, to Newtown, where they were 
left, as the Yankees supposed, without the means of getting further." 

INDIVIDUAL PROWESS. 

At the battle of Brandy Station, when the enemy's cavalry came upon 
Stewart's horse artillery, which were unsupported, Edwin Sully, son of Sully, 
the celebrated painter, sprang to his piece, and loaded and fired it three 
■times alone and unaided. One horseman rode up to younc Sully, and 
ordered him to surrender. Sully refused, and ordered the Yankee to sur- 
render to him. The dragoon's pistol, which was leveled at the time snap- 
ped, when he drew his sword, and, dashing the spurs into his horse tried to 
cut Sully down ; but our hero was ready for him, and as the fellow made 
the blow, he avoided it, and as the horse dashed past, seizins his rammer 



AN AEMY NOTE.-BOOK. 41 

■with both hands, and swinging it around his head, he brought it down with 
all his force on the back of the Yankee's head, killing him instantly, and 
tumbling him headlong from his horse, of which, with the accoutrements, 
he took immediate possession. 

Young Sully was highly praised by his immediate • officers, and by Gen- 
eral J. E. B. Stuart, who mentioned him favorably to General Lee, who 
spoke of him in the highest terms. 

A BRIGADE OF HEROES. 

President Davis, in communicating by telegraph to Governor James Whit- 
field, of Mississippi, the sad tidings of General Barksdale's death, added : 
" He fell like a hero, at the head of a brigade of heroes." A just tribute to 
the brave Mississippians. 

A SPIRITED DASH 'INTO THE ENEMY'S LINES. 

Sergeant Mickler, of the Beaufort Troop, South Carolina cavalry, Com- 
pany B, was sent by Colonel Butler, with General Hampton's permission, 
out of our lines, to act as scouts, and do whatever damage they could to the 
Yankees. He had command of a squad of picked men from the regiment, 
and some few from the First North Carolina cavalry. He has been all 
along very successful in keeping the authorities well apprized of the move- 
ments of the Yankees in the section of country to which he was sent, and 
varying the monotony by capturing, from time to time, squads of Yankee 
cavalry, helping thereby to arm, mount, and equip our hard-riding 
regiment. 

But the handsomest affair that they have yet been engaged in, occured in 
the little town of Brentsville, Prince William County. Two of the squad 
were sitting in a house, near a high road, unsuspicious of danger, when, on 
looking out of the window, one of them observed a squad of seven Yankee 
cavalry coming up to the house. They managed to slip out of the house 
unobserved, mounted their horses bare-back, hunted up Sergeant Mickler, 
and reported the fact to him. He immediately took five others, all of the 
same regiment, and went in pursuit, and came suddenly in sight of the 
Yankees as he turned a street in the village of Brentsville. He charged 
the seven with his squad of six, but being obliged to get through a brush 
fence the best way they could, only three, who were well mounted, suc- 
ceeded in getting through in time to take part in what followed. These 
three were Sergeant Mickler and Private Schoolbred, of the Beaufort 
Troop, Company B, and Color Sergeant Sparks, of the Brooks Troop 
Company K. 

The Yankees tried their best to get away, keeping up a determined run- 
ning fight at the same time. Only one of them succeeded in making his 
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42 GLEANINGS FROM 

escape; our gallant little party of three succeeding in tumbling five of 
them from their horses in the streets of Brentsville, three of them dead, and 
two wounded. They captured, moreover, one of them unhurt. 

The Yankees fought with pluck to the last, but the vigor and vim of the 
attack was too much for them. They were Michigan men, and were quite 
indignant at being called " Yankees." 

Private Schoolbred particularly distinguished himself, killing, according 
to the confession of his comrades, two, and wounding and taking prisoner a 
third, a Yankee lieutenant, lately promoted for gallantry. He saved his 
own life, and took the lieutenant by his admirable self-possession. He was 
riding almost side by side with the lieutenant, and had shot every barrel 
of his pistol, when the latter, observing this, turned on him with a fresh 
pistol, and, putting the muzzle close to him, exclaimed : " Now, I have you, 
you d — d rebel." Schoolbred, with great coolness, threw his empty pistol 
at him, and, with great good fortune, struck the pistol pointed at him, and 
knocked it out of the hand of the Yankee. He then drew another pistol 
and shot the Yankee, who, rolling off his horse, cried out: "I am wounded; 
I give up." 

THE LONE SENTINEL. 

In the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church, held in Columbia, 
South Carolina, one of the members, Colonel Preston, of Virginia, in speak- 
ing on the death of Jackson, related the following : 

"At the battle of Manassas, the victory was decided in our favor by the 
cooperation of the armies of Johnston and Beauregard. Johnston's army, 
leaving their camps, with the foe in front of them, suddenly crossed' the 
mountains, and, by his forced marches, first gained for Jackson's troops the 
name of foot cavalry. Jackson that night ordered out his usual pickets, but 
the officer of the guard came to him and told him that the soldiers were all 
asleep, completely exhausted, and asked whether he should arouse them. 
'No,' replied the general, 'let the men sleep, I will watch the camps;' and 
silently he rode around that sleeping host, the only sentinel, until day broke 
in the east." 

A TOUCHING INCIDENT. 

On receipt of the news of General A. H. Gladden's wound, at Columbia, 
South Carolina, Nancy, a slave of his (who, for faithful conduct to his wife 
in her last illness, to her infant, Mary, and to himself, in an attack of 
cholera in New Orleans, had received some privileges, ) set out to join her 
master at Corinth, with the necessary documents from the headquarters of 
Governor Pickens. Hearing at Huntsville information of the place bein"- 
occupied by the enemy, she, with others, had to come by Mobile fondly 
hoping to be permitted again to nurse the wounded soldier and patriot. 



AN ARMY NOTE- BOOK. 43 

But, alas ! his spirit had fled, and the sad news that reached her deeply 
affected her. Being thus far South, and having a son in New Orleans, and 
learning that Lieutenant Gladden, his nephew, was wounded also, she asked 
permission to pass on to attend him and see her son, which was granted, 
and she left for New Orleans. Oh! ye of the North, if your souls could 
appreciate the relations of master and servant in the South, you would 
appreciate such affection as this. But you are dead to such a sentiment, 
and must be left to your idol — the almighty dollar — your measure of 
sentiment, religion, justice, and right. 

YANKEE CRUELTY FORTY-THREE NEGROES DROWNED. 

One of the most atrocious incidents of the whole war, has been related 
by a gentleman who obtained the facts from Captain James G. White, of 
King William County, Virginia, who vouches for the accuracy of the state- 
ment. When the Yankees made their raid to Aylett's, they visited the 
place of Br. Gregg, living in the neighborhood, and took from their com- 
fortable homes forty-three negroes, who were hurried off to York Biver, and 
placed on board a vessel bound northward: Along with these negroes, as a 
prisoner, was a gentleman named Lee, a resident and highly respectable 
citizen of King William, who has since been released, and allowed to return 
to his home. He states that when the vessel arrived in Chesapeake Bay, 
the small pox made its appearance among the negroes, that disease having 
existed to some extent among the same family before they were dragged 
from their homes in King William. The captain of the Yankee vessel and 
his crew were greatly alarmed at the appearance of the disease on board, 
and very soon determined to rid the vessel of the presence of the negroes. 
Without attempting to make the shore, and not considering for an instant 
the inhumanity of the cruel deed, the whole negro cargo was thrown into 
the bay, and every one left to per'sh by drowning. Not one, perhaps, 
escaped the cruel fate visited upon them by those who profess to be their 
earnest friends and warmest sympathizers. 

VANDALISM IN JACKSON, MISSISSIPPI. 

The following extract from a letter received from Jackson, Mississippi, is 
but in keeping with the conduct of the enemy against whom we are 
battling : 

'* * * "I must tell you of some of the outrages committed by the 
vandals. Besides destroying every pound of food they could find in the 
stores and on the plantations, they destroyed furniture, fences, killed milk 
cows and hogs, leaving them lying on the ground. Even good old Bishop 
Green was visited very hardly. They took his sermons and scattered and 
trampled them in the mud ; took a favorite prayer-book and cut it up ; 



44 GLEANINGS PROM 

chopped his piano and melodeon to .pieces, and even carried off his robes. 
At the church they carried off the robes and offertory plates, 

"They robbed a woman with four children of her cow and pigs, took her 
last pound of meal from her, and refused to leave any for her children ; 
and even took off a cake that was cooking, saying they intended to starve 
them out. Ladies' wardrobes were sacked, the clothing torn to pieces, and 
everything like jewelry was carried off. One prisoner taken had fifteen 
watches, besides jewelry. Fences, hedges^, and shrubbery were wantonly 
destroyed; indeed, every outrage that a fiendish malignity could suggest. 
But I will not shock you further with the recital of these cruel wrongs." 

RICHMOND DURING THE FIRST YEAR OP THE WAR. 

Tents multiply on the hill-sides around Richmond. Turn your eye in 
any direction, and they whiten the landscape. Main street is at all times 
filled with straggling soldiers, in every variety of uniform. Not the_ least 
exhilirating sight is that of squadrons of newly-arrived cavalry dashing 
through the streets; and a cheering sound is that of the artillery rumbling 
over the pavements. Richmond may be likened somewhat to Paris, when 
the allied armies encamped there in 1815, and when Cossack and Spaniard, 
Highlander and Hungarian, from the four quarters of Europe, mingled 
together in wild confusion. Here we have the representatives of those 
numerous and peculiar communities spread over the broad surface of the 
Southern Confederacy. The wild, uncouth, shaggy ranger from the banks 
of the Rio Grande; the genteel but heavily-bearded Marylander, who sur- 
mounts his uniform with a curious sugarloaf-shaped hat, with gold band; 
the red-shirted Arkansas or Red River boatman ; the tall, straight, active 
mountaineer from the Blue Ridge or Alleghany; the sallow turpentine- 
maker from the old North Carolina shore ; the easy, self-reliant South Caro- 
linian, with the inevitable sprig of Palmetto in his hat ; the moustached, 
close-cropped, scarlet-trousered Zouave, from New Orleans; and a dozen 
other varieties of Confederate soldiers might be named, who enliven the 
streets of Richmond with their presence. Several regiments were sent off 
one clay, but their places were filled up before night. Twenty companies 
of Tesans arrived within a few days. 

CURIOUS ITEM. 

There is a curious item in one of the Yankee papers, in which the writer 
gives an account of a regiment raising in New York City, to be called the 
" Calcium Light Sharpshooters." The colonel's name is Berdon and the 
lieutenant colonel is Edge, the well-known pyrotechnist (who used to sell 
large quantities of his fireworks to the South). The calcium lights are to 
be used to discover rebel Qamps on dark nights. Edge is makino- a tremen- 



AN ARMY NOTE- BOOK. 45 

dous quantity of novel projectiles. One of his inventions is an incendiary 
shell, to be fired from a mortar weighing only twenty pounds. It can be 
thrown half a mile, and when it bursts it forms a ball of fire two inches in 
diameter, which can only be extinguished by immersion in water. Wit 
these shells the "sharpshooters" expect to set fire to the entire Southern 
Confederacy. 

"cuss 'em for me." 

Blunt, of the Twentieth Tennessee, and now of General Stuart's staff, 
|ells a, story of a little girl he met during a recent tour in East Tennessee. 
The little maiden was vexed with a party of gentlemen who were teasing 
her, when Blunt walked up. " Look here," she said, " you look like a 
cussin' man — cuss 'em for me, wont you ?" 

THE LAST MUD STORY OUT. 

We have some tough stories of " Virginia mud," but the following 
extract from a letter written by a federal soldier from Stafford Court- 
House to a Northern paper, beats all the mud stories extant : 

" As an illustration of muddy traveling, I may relate a story of a march, 
which came from one of the officers on Colonel Slocum's staff. As he rode 
to the top of an eminence, on the way down, he says : ' I saw a driver 
astride of a team, in a distant mud-hole, jerking vigorously at the single 
line with which he drove his four mules, and waving his hat furiously 
above his head. At first I thought he was trying to urge his team over the 
slough, but 'soon saw that it made no progress forward, while the driver con- 
tinued his exertions, and the .thought of deserting his saddle appeared not 
to have entered his head. I reached the spot, but the hand and head of 
the driver alcne remained above the mud. I saw him throw his hat 
towards me with a convulsive movement, heard him give three cheers for 
the American Union, and the mud closed over him.'" 

"I SHUT MINE EYES FOR TWO HOURS." 

The Russian Cossack, Turchin, on taking possession of Athens, Alabama, 
said to his troops: "I shut mine -eyes for one hour." On being told that 
one hour was not long enough to gratify their pillaging propensities, he re- 
plied: "I shut mine eyes for two hours." The devils were then let loose. 
The Louisville Democrat (Yankee) says: 

"The citizens had their houses and stores broken open and robbed of every- 
thing valuable, and what was too unwieldy to be transported easily, broken or 
otherwise ruined; safes were forced open, and rifled of thousands of dollars- 
wives and mothers insulted, and husbands and fathers arrested if they 
dared to murmur; horses and negroes taken in large numbers; ladies were 



46 GLEANINGS FROM 

robbed of all their wearing apparel except what they had on — in a word, 
every outrage was committed, and every excess indulged in, that ever was 
heard of, by a most savage e and brutal soldiery towards a defenceless and 
alarmed population. This is an everlasting disgrace, that can never be 
wiped 'from the page of history. 

i "I am responsible for these statements. I have no more doubt that they 
Occurred, just as stated, than I have of my own existence. I know similar 
acts disgraced the same brigade when we occupied Bowling Green, Ken- 
tucky, and the matter was hushed up, to save the credit of our army, hop- 
ino- it would occur no more; but this leniency failed to have its proper»effect ? 
and it is no longer endurable." 

In republishing the above, the St. Louis Repuhlican says: 
" We could hardly give credence to the above story, but are told that it 
is even worse than this correspondent relates. The conduct of some of 
these men was the worst a licentious and brutal soldiery could inflict upon 
defenceless women; so vile, indeed, that an officer of the army, who regards 
the honor of his cloth, has determined" to lay the matter before the Gov- 
ernment." 

Subsequently, Turchin was tried by court-martial, convicted, and cashiered 
for his barbarities, and received from Lincoln a brigadier general's commis- 
sion, in token of his Gracious Majesty's approval of his conduct! 

SAMSON AND GENERAL POPE. 

A chaplain, reading the Bible to the sick soldiers in one of the hospitals, 
hit upon the story of Samson and the incident of his slaying thousands of 
Philistines with the jaw-bone of an ass, when he was suddenly interrupted 
by a wounded man, apparently asleep, with the inquiry : " Who told that 
story?" "It is from the Bible," solemnly responded the chaplain. "Well, 
hang me if I didn't think it was a despatch signed 'John Pope, Major 
General commanding.' " 

sttjart's cavalry. 

A party of five hundred of our men, who had been captured at various 
times, were on the route to Berkeley, Virginia, and having' been "double- 
quicked " for two miles or more, sat down to rest by the road-side. AVhile in 
this situation, one of the Federal ambulances, with a pair of fri<di&ned 
horses, ran away, and came lumbering down the turnpike. As quick as 
thought, one of our men jumped to his feet, and exclaimed: "Boys here's 
Stuart's cavalry coming, hurrah!" In the words of the narrator "such a 
skedaddling, kicking up of heels, and scattering through the woods as im- 
mediately took place, you never saw in your life. We had two regiments 
one of cavalry and the other of infantry, guarding us, and for five or ten 



AN ARMY NOTE-BOOK. 47 

minutes the majority of them w^ere out of sight." Some twenty or thirty 
knowing' ones, taking advantage of the excitement, made their escape in the 
confusion. It was as much .as a man's life was worth to say "Stuart" 
again until they reached their destination. 

BABY PATRIOTISM. 

Soon after the occupation of Memphis, by the Federals, a party of the 
soldiers were walking on the principal street, when a little three-year-old 
rascal, supposing them to be Confederates, left the side of his mother, ran 
in among them, and, in the most cordial manner, shouted at the top of his 
lungs: "Howdy, soldier! howdy, soldier! howdy, soldier!" shaking hands 
with half a dozen of them, who seemed delighted at such a warm demonstra- 
tion of sympathy-jrthe first they had met with since landing on the bljstff. 
But while in the midst of this hand-shaking, he suddenly screamed out : 
"Now go shoot de Yankees — sheot 'em all dead — kill de Yankees;" and it 
was amusing to witness the change that came over their smiling faces. Hands 
dropped, curses were muttered, and, as they resumed their walk, a hearty 
laugh followed from the growd of spectators who had witnessed the scene. 

A ladyand child were crossing to Edgefield, Tennessee, in a boat with 
some Federals, when the little pa-triot shouted for Jeff. Davis. "Madam," 
said the Federal, "do you teach your children that?" " Yes, sir," she replied, 
bravely; "also to hate you from their cradles to their graves." Go home, 
you wooden-nutmeg manufacturers; the spirit of the South is invincible, the 
rebel flowers thrive most when trampled upon. " Out of the mouths of 
babes and sucklings thou h>st perfected scorn." 

COLONEL ASHBY, THE VIRGINIA RANGER. 

* 

, A Northern writer thus pays a deserved tribute to one of the noblest 
heroes who ever died on the battle-field : 

"Ashby has displayed a genius in the management of his men, which 
has made him no ordinary commander. He protected the retreat of Jack- 
son most admirably. He is a great horseman, and always has been ; and 
through these mountains and forests of the Shenandoah has ranged on 
horseback, in the hunt of the fox and deer, and has often distinguished him- 
self in the tourn'ament, which is among the still cherished practices of the 
Virginians. While riding at the top of his speed, he will throw his lance 
upon the ground, and seize it again in passing, with the utmost dexterity. 
His horse, too, is disciplined, like his master, to the accomplishment of the 
most wonderful feats. He will drop to the ground in a flash, at the wish of 
his rider, and rise again as suddenly, bound through the woods like a deer 
avoiding all trees and branches, clearing every obstacle, jumping fences or 
ditches with perfect ease. All who know Ashby say he is a man of modest, 



48 GLEANINGS FROM 

quiet demeanor, a silent man, who keeps his own counsel, and is held in the 
most fabulous regard by his men and inferior officers. He is a Christian, 
and a man of eminent piety." 

His personal appearance is not striking. He is of small stature, but a 
tow«r of strength with those for whom he is struggling. So gently are the 
elements of an almost womanly nature and of a hero combined, that it is 
not until his sabre is waving above his head, his clear, thrilling voice rings 
out, "Follow me \" and his eye Hashes with a battle-light, that the man be- 
comes as it were transformed to a giant, and performs the deeds that have 
made his name famous throughout the land. 

AN ENGLISH TRIBUTE TO SOUTHERN SOLDIERY. 

Mr. Lawley, the correspondent of the London Times, pays the following 
compliment to Southern troops : 

"In the shelter of the dense woods about Culpeper, in wonderful spirits, 
with physique ineffably improved since the bloody day at Sharpsburg, are 
clustered the tatter-demalion regiments of the South. It is a strange thing 
to look at these men, so ragged, slovenly, sleeveless; without a superfluous 
ounce of flesh upon their bones, with wild, matted hair, in mendicants' rags, 
and to think, when the battle-flag goes to the front, how they can and' do 
fight. 'There is only one attitude in which I never should be ashamed of 
your seeing my men, and that is when they are fighting.' These were Gen- 
eral Lee's words to me the first time I ever saw him ; they have been con- 
firmed by every other distinguished officer in the Confederacy. There are 
triumphs of daring which these poor, ragged men have attempted, and 
attempted successfully, in this war, which have never been attempted by 
their Sybarite opponents. Again and again they have stormed batteries, 
formidably defended, at the point of the bayonet; nothing of the kind has 
ever been attempted by the Federals. Again and again has General 
Stuart's cavalry surprised Federal camps at night; no Confederate camp 
has been surprised since the commencement of the war. One or two regi- 
ments of these tattered men will stand firm, though attacked by overwhelm- 
ing numbers of the enemy, and will constantly, under such circumstances, 
successfully hold their ground." 

A Federal officer, writing after the battle of Chancellorsville, adds the 
following praise from an enemy : 

"Their artillery horses are poor, starved frames of beasts, tied on to their 
carriages- and caissons with odds and ends of rope and strips of raw hide. 
Their supply and ammunition trains look like a congregation of all the 
crippled California emigrant trains that ever escaped off the desert out of 
the clutches of the rampaging Comanche Indians. The men are ill-dressed 
ill- equipped, and ill-provided — a set of ragamuffins that a man is ashamed to 



AN ARMY NOTE-BOOK. 49 

be seen among, even when he is a prisoner, and can't help it. And yet 
they have beaten us fairly, beaten us all to pieces, beaten us so easily that 
we are objects of contempt, even to their commonest private soldiers, with 
no shirts to hang out of the holes of their pantaloons, and cartridge-boxes 
tied round their waists with strands of rope." 

"they wont run!" 

A Mobile physician, just returned from the North, was one day in a rail- 
road car, in which were a number of Lincolnite soldiers, who were discuss- 
ing matters connected with their servide. One of them exclaimed : " Why 
is it that our boys can't be brought to charge the Southerners ? Can you 
tell me, sir ?" turning to our friend, the Mobilian, whose incog, was val- 
uable to him, and who disclaimed any opinion on the subject, saying that he 
was a doctor, and knew nothing of the matter. Whereupon a comrade of 
the soldier spoke up, and said: "I'll tell you the reason our boys wont 
charge — they know the Southerners wont run !" 

A YANKEE HERO. 

During General Longstreet's investment of Suffolk, and on the day that 
Colonel Connally's Fifty-Fifth Kegiment North Carolina troops- reinforced 
the rifle-pits in such splendid style, an incident occurred ludicrously illus- 
trative of Yankee chivalry, and which — though there was an awful five 
from the enemy's artillery at that time — produced a shout of laughter in that 
gallant regiment. A Yankee regiment was sent out, under cover of their artil- 
lery, to prevent Connally from reinforcing the pits. .The colonel, of this 
regiment advanced it through a partially cleared ground, where there was 
once a dwelling-house. A solitary chimney stood where the house had 
been. Behind this chimney the heroic colonel "took his stand," while his 
regiment moved forward. They had not^one very far, however, before the 
fifty-fifth opened on them, causing them to waver and halt. The redoubt- 
able colonel stuck his head out from behind the chimney, and cheered 
them on. Another volley, and the Yankees began to break. "What are 
you running for, you cowardly " (whiz went a bullet by his head, which im- 
mediately popped back). Another volley, and the Yankees began to scat- 
ter in confusion. "Stand up to 'em, boys" (whiz, and another duck of the 
head). "D — n you, go back. What — are — you — running for?" (These 
words were uttered between alternate bobs of the head.) " Go back, fight 
'em, you cowards," he screamed from behind the chimney. But it was "no 
go," and the panic became general. Just about this time a solemn "rebel" 
voice called out: "Come out from behind that chimney, I see your nose." 
The gallant colonel " came out, " and left at double-quick, amidst roars of 
laughter from our boys. 
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50 GLEANINGS FROM 

GENERAL JENKINS' PAROLING PROCESS. 

While General Jenkins was in Hagerstown, he exhibited many traits 
which it is to be hoped are characteristic of the man. An incident will 
illustrate. About noon one day, a lieutenant and five men, wearing the 
uniform of Union soldiers, crept out of some of the houses of the town, 
where they had been hidden, and delivered themselves up. When they 
made their appearance before General Jenkins, the following conversation 
occurred : 

Jenkins. " Halloo! who are you, and where did you come from?" 

Lieutenant. " We belong to the Union army, or did belong to it, but 
don't wish to fight any longer against our Southern brethren; so, when our 
forces left here, we stayed behind, and to-day we come out to be paroled." 

Jenkins. "What did you say' about 'Southern brethren!' By God, if I 
thought I had a twenty-fifth cousin who was as white-livered as you are, I 
would kill him, and set him up in my barn-yard to make sheep own their 
lambs. I'll show you how I parole such pukes as you are. You are too. 
d — d miserable to be paroled in military style." 

So saying, he ordered a detail of six men and a sergeant — "good, lusty 
fellows, with thick boots" — ; who paroled the recreant Federals to the west 
border of the town, where the paroling process ceased, and the detail and 
crowd came back, highly pleased with Jenkins' mode of paroling cowards. 

A BEAUTIFUL DOCUMENT! 

Admiral Goldsborough, in command of the Yankee frigate Minnesota, 
issued the following notice, which was published in the Norfolk (Virginia) 
Union : 

" Flag Ship Minnesota, Norfolk Harbor, July 30. 

"William W Lamb, Would-be Mayor, 

and the Rebels generally of Norfolk, Virginia: 

" Whereas it is reported to me that about twenty-five thousand infernal 
blackguard rebels are making their way from Richmond, through Suffolk, 
to drive out the soldiers of Abraham Lincoln, and cut the throats of the 
Union men of Norfolk: Therefore, take notice, that on the first appearance 
of the first d — -d rebel scoundrel within these lines, I'll blow you and your 
ciiy to h — . 

"(Tell this to your women.) 

"Yours, GOLDSBOROUGH, 

Admiral, dec." 

TJae first idea that will probably occur to our readers, after its perusal, is, 
that the above publication is spurious. No decent man could well suppose 
otherwise. But there is no spuriousness in the case. It i s a genuine docu- 



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ment, from the pen of "Admiral, &c, Goldsborough," and as such we pub- 
lish it, as a striking record of the times. 

There is no doubt that Goldsborough was drunk when he penned the 
infamous production. But this is no palliation of his offence. We are not 
surprised at such a beastly exhibition by a Lincoln admiral, because we 
expect nothing better from such a source. But wbat will be thought in 
Europe of a naval commander who could, under any conceivable circum- 
stances, degrade himself, his profession, and his country, by such a vulgar, 
filthy, blackguard production. 

ABOLITION VANDALISM IN EAST TENNESSEE. 

A reliable gentleman, from East Tennessee, writing from Shelbyville, 
gives an account of one achievement of East Tennessee tories: 

"A party of East Tennesseans went to the house of a good Southern 
lady, Mrs. Chesley Williams, living in Eagleville, Williamson County, Ten- 
nessee, with the avowed intention of stealing every thing they could put 
their roguish hands on. The first place they entered was her smoke-house, 
and because she remonstrated with them for taking her meat, they knocked 
her down, beat her, and finally choked her until she could not speak. I 
saw her eight or nine days after it occurred, and she was then unable to 
move. She is now a cripple for life." 

"WEAK IN HIS RELIGION." 

At the battle of Kinston, when the shells were exploding around the 
battery of artillery, a chaplain asked one of the soldiers, sitting on his 
horse, whether he was supported by Divine Providence. The soldier 
replied: "No, he was supported by the Ninth New Jersey." 

BRUTAL TREATMENT OF CONFEDERATES. 

The exchanged officers and privates, several hundred in number, who 
have arrived by flag of truce boat from Old Point, all speak in the most 
unqualified terms of the inhuman treatment to which they were subjected 
by the Federal guard at Camp Chase, Columbus, Ohio There was no dis- 
tinction made between officers and privates, but all were alike subjected to 
bhe grossest indignities, and robbed of clothing, blankets, and money. 
General T. J. Churchill, commander of our forces at Arkansas Post, was 
deprived of his sash and spurs, much of his wearing apparel, and spoken- to 
by the ill-mannered guard as though he had been a dog. Colonel Deishler, 
who fought so gallantly in North-Wcstern Virginia, and was severely wounded 
at the battle of Alleghany Mountain, was deprived of blankets, which he 
purchased in Texas, and stripped of his pants, the brutes who did the act 
declaring that such articles were contraband. Major Gaines, of Alabama, 



52 * GLEANINGS FROM 

who fought nobly on the Peninsula of Virginia, under General Magruder, 
was made to haul off his shirt in the presence of Yankee women, who 
chuckled heartily at the sight of a denuded gentleman. 

Captain Morgan, a brother of the general, who was taken' near Lexing- 
ton, Kentucky, was subjected to every conceivable indignity, and when he 
remonstrated, and stated that Federal prisoners were not so- treated by Con- 
federates, was told "to shut his mouth, a d — d secesh scoundrel; if he did 
not, he would be knocked down." 

A CONFIRMED LUNATIC. 

The humorous editor of the Richmond Whig published the following 
advertisement : 

" Strayed. — A liberal reward will be given for the apprehension of a con- 
firmed lunatic, named old Stonewall, who escaped from the asylum, in this 
place, early in the spring of the present year. He endeavors to avoid de- 
tection by calling himself T. J Jackson, and fancies he is an officer in the 
Confederate army. When last heard from, he was offering personal indig- 
nity to an aged and feeble ex-Senator of the United States, who had never 
done him the slightest harm. He is reported to have misdirected an imbe- 
cible cobbler from Massachusetts, who was making his way peaceably 
towards Staunton, and innoculated a Woolly Horse with the blind staggers, 
besides molesting, and sometimes even maiming, other good and ' loyal 
citizens of the United States. 

"It is thought that he is attempting to make his way to Washington, 
near which city he was caught lurking a week or two since. He is marked 
by an excessive irrascibility, a propensity to steal wagons and munitions of 
war, and an indisposition to sit down quietly and behave himself. The 
entire efforts of the United and Confederate Governments having failed to 
arrest him, the undersigned is constrained to offer an adequate reward to 
the powers of France and Great Britain to assist in facilitating his perma- 
nent stoppage and detention. 

" BY ORDER OF THE SUPERINTENDENT 

OF THE LUNATIC ASYLUM AT STAUNTON." 

FIGHTING JOE HOOKER AT CHANCELLORSVILLE. 

There is a page in the history of the campaign that culminated in the 
battle of Chancellorsville, which has never been written — a pao-e that sets 
forth Hooker in his true colors, as the most dastardly of the many braggarts 
the Yankee nation has furnished during this war. We have the facts from 
such a source that we unhesitatingly vouch for their absolute authenticity 
It will be seen that "fighting Joe Hooker," the great paladin of the North, 



AN ARMY NOTE-BOOK. 53 

sought, in the hour of danger, to shield himself from Confederate shot 
behind Confederate petticoats! 

When the Yankee army suddenly made its appearance at Chancellors- 

ville, four Fredericksburg ladies — Mrs. Forbes, the mother of Mr. 

John Forbes, late member of the legislature from Fauquier, Miss Kate 
Forbes, and two others — were in the house which gives name to the local- 
ity. Hooker refused to permit them to come into our lines, or to send 
them to the rear of his own. On the morning of Sunday, the 3d of May, 
when the great battle had begun, and when the Confederate line was drawn 
up within five hundred yards of the house, the ladies again applied to 
Hooker, who was standing in the porch, and entreated hinf not wantonly to 
expose their lives, but to permit them to go to a place of safety. This he 
refused, telling them that General Lee would not lire upon the house so 
long as they were in it. 

They asked him if he supposed that General Lee would risk the safety of 
his army, and perhaps of the Confederacy, on account of the lives of two or 
three women. "Well," he replied, "he didn't fire upon Fredericksburg 
under similar circumstances." He then ordered the ladies to go up stairs, 
and show themselves in the balcony, where they would be in full view of 
our whole line of battle. The ladies obeyed, but scarce had they gotten 
upon the balcony, before a cannon-shot struck a pillar of the porch below, 
against which Hooker was leaning, knocking him to the ground, and injur- 
ing him, it is believed, very severely. . In the next moment a shell entered 
the roof, and set the house on fire. All was now panic and confusion, and 
Hooker, finding that the presence of the ladies was not likely to protect his 
precious person, ordered them to the rear, and took care to send them by a 
route directly across our line of fire. By a miracle, they escaped unhurt, 
ind have since been permitted to return to their friends. The house con- 
tained at the time of its burning two hundred and fifty wounded Yankees 
md three Confederates, one of whom was a lieutenant colonel-. They were 
ill burned alive. 

A PEERESS OF "MOLLY STARK." 

The following incident, evidencing the patriotism and devotion of the 
daughters of Maryland, transpired in a city passenger railway car, and is 
worthy of being handed down to future generations. A gentleman recently 
from SouthOarolina was riding up Baltimore street, and was engaged in 
conversation with another gentleman upon the events of the day. An 
elderly lady was seated opposite the South Carolina gentleman, and listened 
very attentively for some time to their conversation, but appeared to be very 
uneasy about something. Finally, there was a pause in the conversation, 
when she exclaimed: "If the men of Baltimore don't fight after what was 



51 CLEANINGS FROM 

done yesterday, the women •will." The gentleman replied : " Madam, I 
don't think you need to be alarmed upon that point, for I am satisfied, from 
what I saw yesterday, from the unarmed men of Baltimore, that if you place 
arms in their hands they will face any danger in defence of their rights and 
their homes. Now, if you have a husband, and boys that are able to carry 
arms, I advise you when you go home to make them take up arms in 
defence of the cause of the South." She replied: "I have been a widow 
for twenty years ; but I have two boys able to bear arms, and if they do not 
fio-ht in defence of the South, they shall never grease another plate of mine." 
Of the truth of this incident there can be no doubt, as the author is well 
known in Baltimore. 

A TRUE GIRL. 

A correspondent of the Atlanta Confederacy writes : 

"A most touching incident occurred at the cars when we reached Wythe- 
ville. They were crowded with wounded soldiers returning to their homes 
from Richmond. A young lady, on our arrival at the aforesaid place, of 
elegant manners, and of bright, philanthropic face, appeared in the cars, 
bearing in one hand a large basket, filled with pies and other refreshments, 
and in the other bandages and lint, for the wounded, accompanied by a 
young clergyman, with two large buckets full of butter-milk. As she 
passed along, she inquired of each soldier if she could administer in any 
way to their relief. They were perfectly overcome by her kindness, and 
asked her who she was. She replied: 'Never mind my name; the only 
compensation I ask is the consciousness of having relieved the sufferings of 
the soldiers who have been fighting the battles of my country.' With one 
voice they exclaimed : 'G-od bless the good Samaritan;' and many an eye 
was bedimmed with tears as she passed through the cars on her errand of 
mercy." 

SOUTH CAROLINA NEGRO VERSUS YANKEES. 

The Huntsville Confederate has the following : 

" When at Atlanta, recently, we were struck with the excellent face and 
polite manners of an old negro man, who acted as a porter for us. As we 
dropped a douceur into his hand, we could not but compliment him. 'Ah,' 
said he, with evident pride, ' Master, I 'm a South Car'Iina nigger. You 
don't catch me standin' about de streets, but, when you see me on de street, 
I 'm on some business.' My acknowledgment to hirn that South*Carolina 
and Virginia negroes were the politest we had ever seen, induced him to 
draw nearer to us, and in a most confidential and confident tone he said: 
' Master, don't you think we South Car'Iina niggers could whip de Yankees?' > 
We do." 



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LIGHT ON A DARK SUBJECT. 



The New York Vanity Fair has an excellent hit at the " intelligent con- 
trabands," who figure so largely in the correspondence of the press from the 
various seats of war, and at the verdancy of editors and readers who believe 
one word in twenty spoken by the colored individuals in question. Here is 
part of Vanity Fair's squib : 

" You b'long to de army, Mars'r ?" asked the Intelligent Contraband, 
uneasily. 

" Yes. That is — I am — yes ; I am with the army, sir," replied the Trib- 
une correspondent; "and I would like, sir, to ask you a few questions. 
Where is Beauresrard'. at Corinth or Richmond ?" 

Intelligent Contraband. " Yis, Mars'r." 

Tribune Correspondent. " Where, at Richmond ?" 

Int. Con. "Yis, Mars'r." 

Trib. Cor "And how many men has he?" 

Int. Con. " Niggers, Mars'r ?" 

Trib. Cor "No. Soldiers." 

Int. Con. "'Bout sixty hundred t'ousand, I 'spec's." 

Trib. Cor. " What ! Are you sure ? Are n't you mistaken ?" 

Int. Con. " Yis, Mars'r." 

Trib. Cor. " Well, when did he arrive here ?" 

Int. Con. " Oh, two, tree, four munts ago." 

Trib. Cor "You mean weeks, don't you?" 

Int. Con. " Yis, Mars'r." 

Trib. Cor. " Do you think the rebels will evacuate Richmond ?" 

Int. Con. "Oh, yis, Mars'r; dey '11 fite like -de debbij I" 

Trib, Cor. " You don't understand me, sir. I mean, will they ran 
i way?" 

Int. Con. " Yis, Mars'r ; dey allers runs away." 

Trib. Cor. " But if McClellan had attacked the city three weeks ago, he 
30uld have killed them all, couldn't he?" 

Int. Con. "Yis, Mars'r; he killed 'em all, I 'spec's. I got under a 
Pence, an' he didn't saw me." 

At this point of the chat, the mind of the intelligent contraband seemed 
Ruminated by the vague splendor of some familiar memories, for he 
screwed his not very expressive visage into a grin, and added: "Now 
Mars'r, couldn't yer gib dis nigger a drop o' rye? I orful Jry, torkin', 
tfars'r." 

The Tribune correspondent expressed an opinion that alcohol was a 
loison, and that nothing could be more terrible than the effects of drunken- 
iess. To which the Intelligent Contraband replied : 



56 GLEANINGS FROM 

"Now, Mars'r, dat's jes' wat I want." 

" Whose slave were you ?" asked the correspondent, after a pause. 

Int. Con. " Mars'r Davis's." 

Trib. Cor. " What, Jeff. Davis ?" 

Int. Con. « Yis, Mars'r." 

Trib. Cor. "And he treated you with great brutality, no doubt?" 

Int. Con. "Yis, Mars'r, treat me fus' rate." 

Trib. Cor. " But you want your freedom, don't you?" 

Int. Con. " Oh, yis, Mars'r." 

Trib. Cor. " How would you like to go North ?" 

Int. Cor. "Putty cold Norf, ain't it?" 

Trib. Cor. " Oh, no. Ever been North ?" v 

Int. Con. " Yis, Mars'r." 

Trib. Cor. " To what place ?" 

Int. Con. " To Florider, Mars'r." 

Trib. Cor. "Florida?" 

Int. Con. " Yis, Mars'r." 

Trib. Cor. " Why, did Jeff. Davis ever live in Florida ?" 

Int. Qon. "Oh, yis, Mars'r; he lib dar some forty, fifty year, I 'spec's." 

The evidently untrustworthy nature of the replies of this man and 
brother began to strike the correspondent at about this juncture, and he 
shut up his note-book and retired. 

SLAVES AT VICKSBURG. 

After the surrender, General McPherson, the general who superintended 
the departure of our men from the city, was willing that all the negroes 
who chose might accompany their masters. It was nothing but right, he 
said, that freemen, as he contended they were, should make their own elec- 
tion to go from or remain in the city; but in this determination he was 
overruled, and only the servants of the officers were allowed to go out, if 
they chose. Colonel Watkins' negro man was offered every inducement by 
the Yankees to remain with them. Finally, on being promised, if he would 
remain, a plantation on the Mississippi, after the war was over, should be 
given him, he replied, as any other negro would have done: "Of what use 
would a plantation here be to me without negroes to work it?" So he 
accompanied his master out of the city. 

DEATH OF A BRAVE MAN. 

A gentleman, just from Isle of AYight County, gives the following 
particulars of Lieutenant Grambrill's death. They stamp him one of the 
^bravest men this; war has produced. Lieutenant Gambrill was overhauled 
near Barham's Cross-Roads, Isle of Wight County, Virginia, by twenty-one 



AN ASM! NOTE-BOOK. 57 

of the enemy, who immediately demanded a surrender. He instantly re- 
plied: "I never have surrendered, and never intend to," at the same time 
drawing his revolvers and emptying the barrels of each before he fell. 
Seven of the enemy were killed and two wounded in the brief space of four 
minutes, when the lieutenant fell, mortally wounded. The survivors then 
repaired to the house of Mrs. Ely, in the immediate vicinity, and told her 
that a particular friend of hers was lying dead in the road, a short distance 
off. Upon asking his name, and being told that it was Lieutenant Gam- 
brill, Mrs. Ely replied, "That she would bury him, if it cost her life." 
"You ought to," rejoined the Yankee, "for a braver man never lived," and 
they then related to Mrs. Ely the particulars of his death, and how despe- 
rately he defended himself. A lieutenant who commanded the gang, said to 
Mrs. Ely, that he thought, at one time, Grambrill would have killed him, but 
added that, had he done so, it would have consoled his friends to know that 
he met death at the hands of as brave a man as ever breathed. 

True to her pledge, Mrs. Ely procured a cart, and calling upon a couple 
of ladies in the neighborhood, secured the body, washed it. and with her 
own hands, assisted by her lady friends, gave the body of Lieutenant Gram- 
brill sepulture. 

INTERESTING SCENE. 

An army correspondent of a Northern paper says that the following scene 
took place in the army of the Potomac not long since. A chaplain wanted 
a horse, and without much ceremony took one belonging to a Virginia 
farmer, but his possession of the property was very brief, as the following 
conversation shows: The chaplain rode into the presence of his superior 
officer, and was asked where he got that horse? The chaplain says: "Down 
on the road there." The officer remarked : "You had better take him back 
again." The chaplain says: "Why, Jesus Christ, when He was on earth, 
took an ass from his owner, whereon to ride into Jerusalem." The officer 
replied: "You are not Jesus Christ; that is not an ass; you are not on 
your way to Jerusalem; and the sooner you restore that horse to its owner, 
the better it will be for you." 

ALL QUIET ON THE OGEECHEE. 

A good joke, too good to be lost, occurred at the second bombardment of 
Fort McAllister. It exhibits a coolness under very trying circumstances : 

"One of our men was literally buried in the sand; one hand first made its 
appearance, then the side of his face. He put his hand to his mouth and 
wiped off the sand, and roared out, as loud as he could : l All quiet on the 
Ogeechee.' " 



58 GLEANINGS FROM 

THE SOLDIER'S TEAR. 

The Richmond Whig reports the following incident, which shows the 
stuff of which our volunteers are made : 

"At the Richmond 'Varieties,' Mm'lle Boisvert was singing the touching 
son"- of 'Home, Sweet Home,' when the attention of a portion of the au- 
dience was attracted by the frequent sobs of a Mississippi volunteer, as fine 
a specimen of manhood as one would wish to gaze upon. The soldier was 
thinking of his home and the loved ones a thousand miles away, and became 
entirely oblivious of the hundreds gazing upon him. At the conclusion of 
the song, he vociferously called out an encore, offering five dollars if the 
lady would sing it over again. The pretty cantatrice came forward, and 
sang in its place the ' Marseillaise/ with her usual fire. The Mississippian, 
with a yell of triumph, raised himself to his full height, exclaiming : 'I 
was a child just now, but now I am a man. Hurrah for Jeff. Davis and the 
Southern Confederacy!"' 

A BOLD ADVENTURE. 

The Washington Chronicle gives the following particulars of a bold 
adventure hit upon by a number of our brave officers, while being conveyed, 
on board of a steamboat, to Port Delaware, having been refused exchange. 
It is decidedly good, and shows what a few fearless and daring spirts may 
do: 

"The steamer Maple Leaf, Captain ffm. H. Deal, left Old Point for Port 
Delaware, having on board ninety Confederates, all commissioned officers, 
who, it was understood, were not to be exchanged for the present. Every- 
thing went on quietly until the steamer was just beyond Cape Henry light, 
when the prisoners gradually approached the guard, only twelve in number, 
and suddenly disarmed them, placing them and the officers and crew under 
close arrest, and would not permit them to see in what direction the vessel 
was steaming. 

" After proceeding about forty-five miles beyond Cape Henry, the steamer 
was run in near the Virginia shore, where all but twenty-six landed in the 
yawl-boats of the Leaf. They piloted the steamer themselves, and attended 
to the fire-room and engine. It is said that the muskets of the p-uard were 
without bayonets, and unloaded, and each man was seized by four of the 
Confederates, thus rendering resistance useless. 

" During their possession of the boat, they refrained from doing any dam- 
age to the steamer, and treated the officers and crew with civility. The 
ringleaders of the party were a son of Semmes, of the Alabama, and a man 
named McGowan, of Texas. 

"The entire party were mostly from the extreme Southern States, were 
all dressed in new and handsome uniforms, and seemed to be in possession 



AN ARMY NOTE-BOOK. 59 

of a considerable amount of money. As soon as the party had effected a 
landing, Captain Deal resumed the command of the steamer, when she put 
back immediately, to report to General Dix." 

AN INDEPENDENT NORTH CAROLINIAN. 

The following incident is related of Mr. Nichol Hunter, Clerk of the 
Court, and one of the sturdy citizens of Kinston: 

When the Yankee army halted, he was carried before General Foster, 
who met him thus : 

" Well, sir, what are you here for ?" 

11 That is precisely what I came here to find out, sir." 

" Who are you 1" 

"I am Clerk of the County Court." 

"What are your predilections?" 

" Intensely Southern, sir, and I thank God for it." 

"You are very bold and frank in your expressions; have a care how you 
talk to me, sir." 

"I am not bolder or more frankly spoken than every man with Southern 
blood in his veins, and I do not hesitate to tell the truth anywhere." 

" You can go, sir." He went. 

INTERESTING INCIDENTS IN THE OAK HILL VICTORY. 

Mr. John A. Quarles, a young man of Arkansas, who had been prevented 
by illness from joining a company which went to Missouri from his neigh- 
borhood, left home as soon as he became well enough, with a view of joining 
McCulloch's army. He -arrived just in time to take part in the great battle, 
and fought as an independent volunteer in the hottest part of the field. He 
and another young Arkansian, A/McNeill, were taken prisoners in the battle, 
their guns, pistols, and all their money stolen from them, and they them- 
selves were posted by the enemy in front of the ranks, and finally they 
were placed in the front of Siegel's, battery, that they might be killed by 
their own friends. During the terrible storm of balls that came rushing 
from our troops against this battery, young Quarles had presence of mind 
enough to suggest to his companion that they should fall upon the ground, as 
though killed. It was not long before the gallant Louisianians stormed this 
battery, and delivered the two young men from their terrible condition, and 
they yet live to fight under McCulloch. 

GRAVE ROBBERS. 

Among the fiendish practices of the Yankee, is that of robbing graves, to 
obtain jewelry from the fingers of the dead. A lady who made her escape 
from Newbern, North Carolina, states that she went to the graveyard her- 



60 GLEANINGS FROM 

self and saw with her own eyes several coffins opened, and the bodies 
exposed; that she saw the body of a lady who died about four months 
before- that she saw where two of her fingers had been cut off; and she also 
saw exposed the body of a little child, she supposed to be about two or 
three years old. She also states that they had opened all the vaults but 
one. 

ROMANCE AND REALITY OE THE WAR. 

The Holly Springs correspondent of the St. Louis Democrat narrates 
the experience of a cotton-buyer among the Mississippi guerrillas, as 
follows : 

" The experience of a Mr. Cones, who was ' gobbled,' as it is now yclept, 
near LaG-range, was relieved by some flashes of humor, which may be an 
apology for the very emphatic language which was used by the actors. 

" Cones, in company with two or three other buyers, had bought some 
cotton out at Moscow, twelve miles from LaG-range, just before our army 
marched from the latter place ; and as General Quinby's division had just 
removed from there, they thought the sooner they got the cotton into La- 
Grange the better; consequently, four of them, besides the drivers of the 
teams, started out after it. Cones was the only one of the four who was not 
armed, and was not on horseback, he riding in one of the wagons. They 
succeeded in getting the cotton, and hurried back, until they came in sight 
of the Union pickets at LaGrange, and then Cone's three friends, thinking 
the teams were out of danger, left him and rode on into town. 

"Only two or three minutes after they had left, and as the wagons went 
down into a hollow, out of sight of the picket-guard, five guerrillas dashed 
out of the woods, and were alongside in an instant. ' Halt !' Every one of 
the teams halted, as though they had run against a stone wall. The next 
instant the muzzle of a revolver was at the ear of every one of them, Cones 
included, who was riding on the cotton. 

" ' Are you armed ?' asked the guerrilla who held his pistol at Cones' 
ear. 

"<No, sir.' 

" ' Then get down and unhitch them mules, and turn 'em d — d quick !' 

" It was done in the time specified. 

"Guerrilla. ' Have you a match ? I want to touch off this cotton/ 

" Cones. ' No, sir. I am glad to say I have n't.' 

" Guerrilla. ' Then get on that mule, quick !' 

" In an instant Cones was mounted on what he says was ' a wonderful 
harp-backed mule.' 

Guerrilla (giving the mule a terrific slash with the wa^on whip). 
Now, d — n you, lick them mules up; make 'em go; give 'em thunder!' 



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" And away they went, at a pace which to Cones, on his razor-back, he 
thought must split him in two before many miles, three guerrillas behind 
lashing the mule at every jump. Five miles or more they went at this rate, 
and not another word had been spoken by any one, when they turned out of 
the main road into an old and unfrequented path, that wound its zigzags 
through one of the densely wooded creek bottoms. ' Halt !' said the guer- 
rilla, and he who gave the command commenced hurriedly to relieve him- 
self of some of his accoutrements, ds though he was about to so to work in 
good earnest at some devilish deed. The place was lonely, and fitting to 
such murderous intents, and Cones says he felt a cold sort of chill run down 
the full length of even his long legs. 

" Guerrilla (drawing the cork of his canteen). 'You look like a pretty 
good feller. Let 's take a drink ; and for fear you might think it 's pizen, 
I '11 drink first.' 

"And suiting the action to his words, he placed the canteen to his lips, 
and turned his face up in the position of one making astronomical observa- 
tions. After a long pull, he passed the canteen over to Cones, who thought 
it ' mightn't be pizen,' and imbibed. 

"Guerrilla. 'Now, lick up them mules; give 'em thunder; hurry up.' 

" And each injunction he emphasized on the rear of the flying mules 
with his whip. 

" They bivouacked in a thicket that night, but early next morning began 
their journey at the same pace, and toward evening of that day, they gal- 
loped into a rude-looking camp, which turned out to be the nest of Rich- 
ardson and his guerilla band, within a few miles of Fort Pillow. In a few 
moments Cones was marched up before Colonel Richardson-. After a num- 
ber of questions, as to what was his business, whether he had served against 
the Confederate States, &c, Richardson said : 

" Well, sir, I '11 parole you." 

" At the mention of parole, the guerrilla who had been the most prom- 
inent in the capture, and had invited Cones to drink, began to remonstrate. 

" Guerilla. ' Why, colonel, you ain't a goin' to parole that d — d cotton- 
buyer, are you ?' 

"Richardson. ' Well, I 've got to parole him or shoot him ; and (turn- 
ing to Cones inquiringly) you 'd rather be paroled than shot, had n't you V 

"Cones. 'Yes, d — d if I hadn't; but I don't want to take such another 
ride on that mule.' 

"The parole was soon written, and, much to his astonishment, without 
being robbed of his money and watch, he was told that he was at liberty to 
walk back to LaGrange, forty miles. In an hour afterwards he started, and 
soon after leaving. the camp he was startled by the command: ' Halt!' He 
halted, and out stepped the guerilla who had been most prominent in his 



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capture, and who had gone away sulky because the colonel would not shoot 
< that d — d cotton-buyer/ instead of paroling him. 

" Cones was unarmed, and began to have serious apprehensions of what 
was to follow, when the guerilla said : ' Old feller, let's take a drink/ 
Cones' heart felt lighter immediately. So did the canteen." 

A SHARPSHOOTER SHARPLY SHOT. 

The "Petersburg Express relates the following : 

"A gentleman informs us of the death of one of McClellan's sharpshoot- 
ers, on the Peninsula, under circumstances which possess interest sufficient 
to give them to the public. Several of our men, it seems, were killed while 
going to a spring near by, but by whom no one could imagine. It was at 
last determined to stop this inhuman game, if possible, even at the cost of 
killing the hireling himself, who was thus, in cold blood, butchering our 
men. So a sharp lookout was kept for this sharpshooter, and the next time 
he fired, the smoke of his rifle revealed the locality of his pit. That night 
a pit was dug by the Confederate soldiers, commanding the position of the 
Yankee sharpshooter, and arrangements made to get rid of the annoying 
creature. For this purpose a young Kentuckian was placed in our pit, with 
a trusty rifle, and provisions enough to last him until the next night. Next 
morning, early, a man was dispatched, as usual, with two buckets, to go to 
the spring. He had proceeded about one or two hundred yards, when the 
Yankee marksman elevated himself, and, placing his rifle to his shoulder, 
was about to pull trigger, but the Kentuckian was too quick for him, for he 
pulled his trigger first, and simultaneously therewith the Yankee fell. 
Upon repairing to the spot, which the Kentuckian did immediately, he dis- 
covered a rifle-pit, and a sturdy Yankee in it, in the last agonies of expiring 
nature. The pit was provided with a cushioned chair, pipes and tobacco, 
liquor, and provisions. But the rifle which had been used was really a 
valuable prize. It was of most superb manufacture, and supplied with the 
latest invention, an improved telescopic sight upon its end. The pit had 
been dug at night, and its occupant had been provisioned at night; so but 
for a sharp lookout for the smoke of his gun, there is no saying how long 
this Yankee vandal would have enjoyed the luxury of killing Southern 
men, without even a chance of losing his own worthless life. We are 
gratified to know that he at last met with so righteous a fate." 

"the shtone man!" 

When there were flying rumors that Jaokson had captured two thousand 
of the enemy, and was pushing Pope "to the wall," the departments were 
silent upon the subject, and no one could get a clue to the facts. The Yan- 
kees realized the truth of a trite observation, made by one of our prisoners, 



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i "son o' the sod." "Faith," said he, "but this Shtone man, Jackson, wid 
i wall in the handle to his name, is worrus than an Irish hedge. Ye can't 
> - o around it, and ye can't git over, it, and what the divil kin a mon do in a 
lileminer, but ter fall into it gracefully ? Cush la, but I think our Pope 
las made a bull ov it this time, shure." 

MORGAN AND THE TELEGRAPH OPERATOR. 

One Sunday morning, during the summer of 1862, Captain Morgan, with 
brty of his men, suddenly appeared at Gallatin, Tennessee, twenty-eight 
niles the other side of Nashville. After catching all the Union men in the 
dace, and confining them in a guard-house, Captain Morgan, dressed in a 
Federal uniform, proceeded to the telegraph office, at the railroad depot, a 
hort distance from the town. Entering the office, the following conversa- 
;ion took place between Captain Morgan and the telegraphic operator, a 
clustering fellow : 

Captain Morgan. "Good day, sir. What news have you ?" 

Operator. " Nothing, sir, except it is reported that that d — d rebel, Cap- 
ain John Morgan, is this side of the Cumberland with some of his cavalry. 
[ wish I could get sight of the d — d rascal ; I 'd make a hole through him 
arger than he would find pleasant. 

While thus speaking, the operator drew a fine navy revolver, and flour- 
shed it, as if to satisfy his visitor how desperately he would use the instru- 
ment in case he should meet with the famous rebel captain. 

" Do you know who / am 1" quietly remarked Captain Morgan, contin- 
uing the conversation. 

" I have not that pleasure," remarked the operator. 

"Well, /am Captain Morgan," responded that gentleman. 

At these words the operator's cheeks blanched, his knees shook, the 
revolver dropped from his hands, and he sank to the floor. He literally 
'wilted." 

After the frightened individual had recovered himself sufficiently, Cap- 
tain Morgan requested him to telegraph some messages to Louisville; among 
Dthers, one to Prentice, of the Journal, politely offering to act as his escort 
on his proposed visit to Nashville. Then, taking the operator with him as -a 
prisoner, Captain Morgan with his men awaited the arrival of the train from 
Bowling Green for Nashville. 

In due time the train came thundering in. Captain Morgan at once 
seized it, and taking five Federal officers, who were passengers, and the en- 
gineer of the train prisoners, he burned to cinders all of the cars, with their 
contents, and then, filling the locomotive with turpentine, shut down all the 
valves, and started it towards Nashville. Before it had run eight hundred 
yards, the accumulation of steam caused it to explode, shivering it into a 



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thousand atoms. Captain Morgan then started southward with his prison- 
ers, and made his way safely to the Confederate camp. 

TREEING A YANKEE. 

A gentleman of a Virginia regiment, writing to his mother, gives the fol- 
lowing- account of an adventure he had in one of the recent battles. We 
copy from the Examiner : 

" I must tell you of a prisoner that I captured. I spied the villain in the 
road, and put after him. He dismounted, and, leaving his horse in the 
road, took to the woods on foot. As the limbs of the cedars impeded my 
progress, I for a time lost sight of him. But, having secured his horse 
and effects, I followed in the direction in which he had disappeared. As I 
rode under a tall -pine, with the muzzle of my gun elevated, I was aston- 
ished to hear him, from the tree above my head, sing out : 'Don't shoot; 
I surrender.' The scoundrel saw the glittering of the gun-barrel, and 
thought that I was aiming at him. I pretty soon got him down, and car- 
ried him to the rear, having first secured >his personal effects, which con- 
sisted of saddle and halter, a canteen of milk, six pounds of bacon, two 
pounds of coffee, ditto sugar, one pound of butter, a cap, one frying-pan, 
one spade, a piece of soap, a curry-comb and brush, one oil-cloth, two blan- 
kets, a small tent, and a half-bushel of coin and oats— the fellow needed 
only a saw-mill to be fully equipped." 

A HEROIC INCIDENT. 

We clip the following from the Mobile Register: 

" We are indebted to high authority for the fact of the following occur- 
rence in New Orleans, intelligence of which has reached this city. Mrs. 
H. M. Hyains, wife of the lieutenant governor of the State, passed on the 
street a number of Yankee officers, sitting in a doorway as she went by. 
One of them arose and followed her a few steps, and, arresting her progress 
by placing himself in front of her, told her that she had omitted to bow in 
passing. She attempted to avoid the ruffian, when he repeated his remark, 
and asked her if she had not read General Butler's 'Order No. 28/ with 
reference to the treatment of Union officers and soldiers with respect. En- 
deavoring to_ pass the fellow, he threw his arm around the lady's waist, and 
pressed his foul lips upon her face. As the villain released her from his 
embrace, the Southern lady coolly drew a pistol and shot him through the 
body, so that he fell dead at her feet, in the insolent flush of his cowardly 
triumph over the insulted virtue of a feeble and unprotected woman. 

"Another of the officers immediately arose, and, approaching the noble 
and courageous lady, took her by the arm, and told her, so that the other 
Federals could hear, that she must accompany him before General Butler. 



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He immediately placed her in a cab and drove away, but not to the Beast's 
qaurters. He directed the cab out of the city, and through the line of sen- 
tries, and further on still, until beyond the reach of the tyrant's outposts. 
The act of the heroine had made a hero of the witness. He told her that 
he considered her act justifiable and noble, and that in a moment he had 
determined that she should not be sacrificed to Butler's vengeance, and had 
adopted the expedient by which he had rescued her. He continued to 
escort her on her journey through the country, until they arrived in the 
Southern lines at Camp Moore, when he delivered himself up to the Con- 
federate authorities, to be dealt with as a prisoner or otherwise." 

CAREER OP A FEMALE VOLUNTEER. 

Among .the registered enemies of the United States Government who 
have been sent across the lines from New Orleans, there was one in Jack- 
son, Mississippi, a lady whose adventures place her in the ranks of the 
Molly Pitchers of the present revolution. At the breaking out of the war, 
Mrs. Laura J. Williams was a resident of Arkansas. Like most of the 
women of the South, her whole soul was enlisted in the struggle for inde- 
pendence. Her husband was a Northern man by birth and education, and 
a strong Union m^,n. After Arkansas seceded from the Union, he went to 
Connecticut, he said, to see his relations and settle up some business. Mrs. 
Williams suspected his purpose, and finally she received information that he 
had joined the Yankee army. The Jackson Mississlppian gives the rest of 
her story: 

She disguised herself in a Confederate uniform, and adopting the name 
of " Henry Benford," she . proceeded to Texas, where she raised and 
equipped an independent company, and went to Virginia with it as First 
Lieutenant. She was in the battle of Leesburg, and several skirmishes; 
but finally, her sex having been discovered by the surgeon of the regiment — 
the Fifth Texas Volunteers, to which the company had been attached — she 
returned to her home in Arkansas After remaining there a short time, she 
proceeded to Corinth, arid was in the battle of Shiloh, where she displayed 
great coolness and courage. She saw her father on the field, but, of course, 
he did not recognize her, and sbe did not make herself known to him. In 
the isecond day's fighting she was wounded in the head, and was ordered to 
the rear. She wrote to her father, and then went 'on down to Grenada, 
where she waited for some time, but never saw or heard from him. 

She then visited New Orleans, was taken sick, and while sick the city 
was captured. On recovery, she retired to the coast, where she employed 
herself in carrying communications, and assisting parties to run the blockade 
with drugs, and cloths for uniforms. She was informed on by a negro, and 
arrested and brought before General Butler. She made her appearance 
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before General Butler in a Southern homespun dress. She refused to take 
the oath— told him she gloried in being a rebel— had fought side by side 
with Southern men for Southern rights, and if she ever lived to see "Dixie," 
she would do it again. Butler denounced her as the most incorrigible she 
rebel he had ever met with. By order of the Beast she was placed in con- 
finement, where she remained three months. Some time after her release, 
she was arrested for carrying on "contraband correspondence," and kept in a 
dungeon fourteen days, on bread and water, at the expiration of which time 
she was placed in the State Prison, as a dangerous enemy. Her husband, 
it so .happened, was a lieutenant in the Thirteenth Connecticut Regiment, 
and on duty as provost guard in the city. He accidentally found her out, 
and asked if she wanted to see him. She sent him word she never wanted 
to see him so long as he wore the Yankee uniform. But he forced himself 
upon her, tried to persuade her to take the oath, and get a release, when he 
said he would resign, and take her to his relations in Connecticut. She 
indignantly spurned his proposition, and he left her to her fate. When 
General Banks assumed command, he released a great many prisoners, but 
kept her in confinement until the 17th of May, 1863, when she was sent 
across the lines to Meadesville, with the registered enemies. 

HOTEL DE VICKSBTJRG. 

The Chicago Tribune published the following bill of fare, found in one of 
the camps at Vicksburg. It was surmounted by an engraving of a mule's 
head, behind which was a hand brandishing what might have been a Bowie, 
or a carving knife. The Tribune thought it a melancholy burlesque. The 
most melancholy thing about it was, the reflection which it must have sug- 
gested to a thoughtful Yankee — if there be such an animal — on the pros- 
pect of conquering the men who could live and jest on such fare: 

HOTEL DE VICKSBURG. 



BILL OF PARE FOR JULY, 1863. 

■Soup — Mule pie. 

Boiled — Mule bacon with poke greens; mule ham canvassed. 

Roast — Mule sirloin; mule rump stuffed with rice. 
Vegetables — Peas and rice. 

Entrees — Mule head stuffed, a la mode; mule beef jerked a la Mexicana; 
mule ears fricasseed; a la getch; mule side stewed, new style hair on- mule 
liver hashed. 

■Side Dishes— Mule salad; mule hoof soused; mule brains, a la omelette; 
mule kidney stuffed with peas; mule tripe fried in pea-meal batter - muje 
tongue cold, a la Bray. 



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Jellies — Mule foot. 

Pastry — Pea-meal pudding; blackberry sauce; cottonwood-berry pies; 
China-berry tarts. 

Dessert — White-oak acorns; beech nuts; blackberry-leaf tea; genuine 
Confederate coffee. 

Liquors — Mississippi water, vintage of 1498, superior, 'S3; lime-stone 
water, late importation, very fine, $2 75; spring water, Vicksburg brand. 

Meals at all hours. Gentlemen to wait upon themselves. Any inatten- 
tion on the part of servants will be promptly reported at the office. 

JEFF. DAVIS & CO., Proprietors. 

Card. — The proprietors of the justly celebrated Hotel de Vicksburg, 
having enlarged and refitted the same, are now prepared to accommodate 
all who may favor them with a call. Parties arriving by the river, or by 
Grant's inland route, will find Grape, Canister & Co.'s carriages at the 
landing, or any depot on the line of entrenchments. Buck, Ball & Co. take 
charge of all baggage. No effort will bo spared to make the visit of all as 
interesting as possible. 

A HELLISH OUTRAGE BY YANKEES. 

By a letter from Wetzel County, Virginia, we learned the particulars of a 
most revolting outrage committed by some Yankee fiends upon the person 
of the wife of Mr. L. S. Hall, member of the State Legislature from Wet- 
zel, and one of the first advocates of secession in his section. 

Mrs. Hall had her clothing tied over her head, and in that condition she 
was thrust into the street of New Marketville, her husband's place of 
residence. Report says that an outrage to which death is preferable was 
perpetrated upon her person. The Yankee hell-bounds afterwards burned 
down Mr. Hall's out-houses, and ransacked his house. 

A GOOD ONE. 

When our army entered Chambersburg, Pennsylvania, some of the Union 
females of the town, relying on their sex and the gallantry of the "rebels'' 
for protection, jawed the troops from windows and doors as they passed by. 
There was one of those women, whose tongue, we suppose, could not do 
justice to the occasion, who flourished from her bosom a small Union flag, 
and who, standing in a door, ma,de all manner of ugly faces at our soldiers 
as they marched along. But her ladyship "caught a tartar'.' in making a 
mouth at a tall, "ragged rebel" in the ranks, who, fixing his eye in disdain 
on the flag that waved from her breast, exclaimed : " Madam, you had bet- 
ter tear that thing from your bosom, we rebels are h — 1 on breastworks." 



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This so completely "took her down," that she has n't made an ugly face 
since. 

LIFE AMONG THE PICKETS. 

";One of the Garrison," in a diary of the daily progress of the siege of 
Vicksburg, recorded the following as among the incidents of the 21st of 
June: 

The brass band of the First Regiment Mississippi Light Artillery per- 
formed to-night some soul-stirring airs at the breastworks on General 
Baldwin's line. Contrary to the expectation of many, the enemy did not 
fire upon the musicians — thus proving good the saying that "Music hath 
charms to soothe the savage," &c. They prized the music, but said the 
serenade would not be complete without " Yankee Doodle." They were 
told that Yankee Doodle did not circulate in " Grant's Bull-Pen," as they 
classically dubbed Vicksburg. Captain Sublett, of the Forty-Sixth Missis- 
sippi, was our spokesman. He went outside the lines, and chatted for some 
time, with the pickets of the Fourth Iowa. The latter seemed anxious to 
know how we intended celebrating the 4th of July, and what we were to 
have for dinner. Sublett enumerated a mouth-watering catalogue of lux- 
uries, such as oysters, duck, roast mutton, &c, to which a nasal-twanged 
Yankee added: "and pea-bread." Sublett soon after returned to our line. 

A good thing is told of the opposing subterranean working parties at 
General Shoup's line. It was discovered that the enemy designed blowing 
us up at that point, so General' Shoup promptly started a countermine, and 
soon the working parties could hear each others picks. Making a small 
hole through the thin partition now separating them, they conversed- freely 
and friendly. Our men asked if their neighborly diggers had anything 
good to eat or drink. Plenty of cheese, sardines, crackers and whisky, 
was the reply; and at the same time our men were assured that if they 
would make out a requisition in proper form, it would be promptly filled. 
Of course, the requisition was soou drawn up according to army regulations, 
and our boys had a feast. 

BRILLIANT EXPLOIT. 

A party of our daring marines started to get a steamboat. The party was 
under the command of Captain James Duke. After experiencing rather 
hard fare in the marshes of the Mississippi for some days, they discovered 
the Boston towing the ship Jenny Lind, loaded with ice, up to New Orleans. 
This was some three miles from the Pass a l'Outre light-house. The brave 
fellows hailed the ship, and a line was thrown out to them; they were in an 
open boat. On getting aboard of the Boston, the Confederates made a 
very pretty display of revolvers, when the captain of the ship remarked: 



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." L told you they were d — d rebels." It was too late; the fastenings were 
instantly cut, and our men were in possession of the steamer. In coming 
round at sea, they met the bark Lennox, from New York, loaded with an 
assorted cargo, principally stores, to which they helped themselves, and, re- 
taining the captain and mate as prisoners, sent the passengers and crew 
ashore; they then set fire to her, completely destroying. the vessel. 

There were about forty on the Lennox. About an hour afterwards, they 
came up with the bark Texana, also from New York. They did not take 
anything from her but the captain and mate — the balance they sent ashore. 
The Texana was then set on fire, and was burning splendidly when she was 
left. There were about seventeen prisoners on board of the Boston. She 
was a staunch tug,. running about twelve knots an hour, and was a propeller. 
In the Mississippi River the Confederates were for some time within speak- 
ing distance of the United States man-of-war Portsmouth, sixteen guns, and 
about" half an hour previous to their capturing the Boston, a gunboat had 
passed up within gun-shot of our men. 

HOW YANKEE GENERALS DECEIVE THEIR TROOPS. 

At' Cold Harbor, near Richmond, after the fight was over, a wounded 
Yankee called to one of our officers, and besought him to tell him what 
devils had been fighting them, as he had "never seen such a fight before." 
The officer satisfied his curiosity, and among other forces, mentioned those 
of Jackson. "Was that devil here?" replied the Yankee; "why, yesterday, 
McClellan had an order read to the army, saying that he had been cut to 
pieces in the Valley." 

CARRYING "THE FLAG" INTO THE NORTH. 

Among the paroled prisoners who reached Richmond, from the flag of 
truce boat, was C. S. Clancey, color-bearer of the First Louisiana Regiment, 
who was taken prisoner in the battle of the 2d July, 1863, at Gettysburg 
whilst bearing his colors up to the very front of the enemy's breastworks, 
amidst a perfect tornado of shell and bullets. Finding himself cut off from 
escape, and certain to be either killed or captured, Clancey tore his already 
bullet-torn flag from its staff, and secured it underneath his shirt. He was 
taken prisoner, and carried to Fort McHenry, Baltimore, and from thence 
sent to Fort Delaware, carrying his flag with him, not floating to the breeze, 
of course, but furled beneath his shirt. Clancey kept his own secret while 
in the fort, and when the sick and wounded prisoners were selected to be 
sent southward, he feigned extreme illness, and was put on board the 
steamer, with a number of others, still holding fast to his regimental colors 
which he brought safely away, and exhibited in Richmond. The flag bears 
the perforations of upwards of two hundred bullets, and one shell; and the 



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piece of another passed through it in the fight at Gettysburg. Clancey is 
the sixth color-bearer of the regiment, five having fallen in battle, with the 
identical flag in their grasp. The sixth, Clancey, has carried the flag for 
nearly a year, and he certainly can claim to have carried it farther into the 
North than the Confederate flag has ever yet been advanced, and, what is 
bettor, back again in triumph. 

GENERAL BENJAMIN P. BUTLER. 

Mr. Yost, the editor of the Staunton Vindicator, who attended the 
Charleston Democratic Convention, where he met General Butler, who was 
a delegate to that body from Massachusetts, gave the following account of 
him : 

'■A more craven-hearted coward never walked the earth. With tlie most 
revolting countenance ever worn by man, he is the impersonation of a horse- 
thief or land pirate. Without a particle of courage or honor, he is endeav- 
oring to aoe the man of war. Driven with brickbats and sticks back from 
his passage with his regiment through Baltimore by unarmed citizens, he 
has recently signalized his cowardice by offering insult and contumely to the 
people of that city, when their hands were tied. We have seen the mis- 
erable creature snubbed, spit upon and insulted beyond endurance to a gen- 
tleman, with no other response than trembling fear and poltroonery. During 
the sessions of the Charleston Convention, he was bought with a price, and 
when called to an account, by young Smith, of California, for some Yankee 
trick, he begged like a whipped spaniel, and cowered before the gaze of a 
brave and honest man. The man, in fact, is a brute. He looks like one — 
acts like one. For such a creature to talk of conquering the South! For 
such a miserable poltroon to threaten to invade Virginia ! 



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RAPID FIGHTING. 

The rapid succession of battles which has characterized the present war 
has, we believe, no parallel in history. The languor and lassitude which 
seemed to have overcome both armies the first year, have been totally re- 
versed. An activity almost inconceivable has succeeded; and achievements 
almost incredible Marches of hundreds of miles, performed in marvellously 
short periods, have shown that our troops and our officers are not a whit be- 
hind the renowned generals and the famous armies of European history in 
this important branch of the art of war. Battles on a scale equalling the 
greatest of European battles, and campaigns of much more extraordinary 
magnitude than are ever seen in Europe, have demonstrated the resources 
and the energy of the people of this continent. We do not remember any 
other war which compares with the present, in these, particulars. Those of 
Frederick and Napoleon possess more similarity than any others, in the 



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rapidity of movement and number of battles "by which they were character- 
ized. The Italian campaign of 1796 has always been regarded as replete 
with battles to such an extent as to defy competition. But we think the 
Virginia campaign of 1862 far excels it. In his Italian campaign, Napo- 
leon fought the battles of Montcnotte, La Favorite, Castaglione, Milesimo, 
Lodi, Areola and Rivoli. There were other combats, but these, we think, 
were all the pitched battles of magnitude. Now let us see what was done 
by the army of Virginia during the campaign of 18G2, commencing on the 
1st of March. It fought the battles of Karnstown, McDowell, Front Royal, 
Winchester, Strasburg, Cross Keys, and Port Republic (constituting the 
Valley campaign), Williamsburg, Barhamsville, Hanover Court-House, 
Seven Pines, Mechanicsville, Gaines' Mill, Savage Station, White Oak 
Swamp, Malvern Hill (constituting the Richmond campaign), Cedar Run, 
Manassas Junction, Manassas Plains — August 29th — Manassas Plains — 
August 80th — (constituting the campaign of Northern Virginia), Harper's 
Ferry, Boonesboro' Sharpsburg (constituting, in part; the campaign of 
Maryland). History does not record a series of battles like these, fought 
by one army, in so short a space of time. 

YANKEE LOVE FOR THE NEGRO. 

An officer who participated in the attack on the Yankee forces on James' 
Island, and captured a number of negroes of the Fifty-Fourth Massachusetts, 
says: One of the prisoners told me he was in Beaufort the day the negroes 
captured in the Combahee raid were brought in. The men were ordered 
into the ranks, and every one who refused was bucked and gagged in the 
most inhuman manner until they consented to enlist in the ranks. Some of 
these poor wretches were kept trussed up for three or four days, and bucked 
and gagged at intervals, until they gave in their adhesion, and took a place 
in the ranks. The officer says he conversed with several of the prisoners, 
and they all gave substantially the same account. Many of the negroes 
had been induced, with the promise of freedom, to run away from the plan- 
tations. 

TENNESSEANS ON A CHARGE. 

An ancient Tennessean, who had been driven from his home in Murfrees- 
boro' by the prowling wolves of Federalism, amused us, in a discourse the 
other day, with several on dits of the battle of Shiloh. Having three boys 
in Beauregard's army, he naturally betook himself, after expatriation, to 
that camp. They were privates, in a Tennessee regiment, which had gone 
into service with rifles from their own gun-hooks. Their uniform was like 
Joseph's coat of many colors, after the wild beasts had done with it. Every 
man "had on" just what he left his home in, and that dilapidated by the 



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wear and tear of camp. For head gear, a coon-skin cap, with a fox tail for 
ornament, was the height of the fashion. When, at length, arms were re- 
ceived in camp, this regiment was offered the Enfield rifle; but after consul- 
tation they declined the Enfield in favor of their own old household rifles, 
which they better understood. 

The battle of Shiloh at last found this regiment in the field, actively 
drawing beads on the foe. In the distance a Yankee battery, planted on 
an eminence, was pouring grape and canister upon our columns, and orders 
came to charge it. Breckinridge, who commanded the brigade, forgetting 
that his regiment had not a bayonet in the whole crowd, passed the order 
over to it, and, with a whoop and a yell, off it started to execute the mission. 
And they filled the bill to a nicety. The Yanks did not wait to see that 
no bayonets were coming, but fled in dismay before the impetuous charge 
of the coon-skin Tennesscans. When the guns were all taken, and order 
was restored, the colonel addressed his regiment — told them they had done 
very well, but yonder was another battery they might just as well take, 
now their hands were in. With another terrific yell, off they started, and 
with a like result. Here they were about to venture again on a third, but 
just in the nick of time they were told it was a Confederate battery, and 
they had better leave it alone. That was a charge without the bayonet— 
a real charge, too. 

A LOYAL NEGRO. 

A committee was appointed in Portsmouth, Virginia, to urge Robert Butt, 
a negro of that place, of worthy repute, and who rendered himself famous 
for his kindness during the prevalence of the yellow fever, to become a can- 
didate for Congress, to represent that District. The negro, more loyal than 
Segar or Cowper, promptly sent the following response, which was copied 

from the original : 

Portsmouth, December 22, 1862. 

To John Council, John 0. Lawrence, Nicholas Butler, and others, Committee: 
G-ents : Accept my grateful acknowledgments for your flattering invita- 
tion to become a candidate to represent the District in the Thirty-Seventh 
Congress of the United States. 

There was a day, in the history of our once glorious country, when such 
an invitation would have been received with some consideration, but now 
things are very different, and to accept such a position when I know, if 
elected, I cannot represent the voice of the people of this District. In my 
humble opinion, gentlemen, any individual who would suffer his name to he 
used in this connection, and under the existing circumstances, would dis- 
grace himself, and show but little respect for his friends of the District who 
arc beyond the lines of the United States Government, fiohtin°- for our 



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very existence. I must decline your invitation to become a candidate to fee 
roted for by ballot for a seat in a Congress which knows no law, except the 
higher law, and are every day enacting unconstitutional measures, thereby 
disgracing the capital of the country. No, gentlemen, I will leave this 
position to some one who is more anxious to act the traitor, and have his 
name written high upon the page of infamy, than one who has ever borne 
within his bosom the true motto of his mother State — " Down with the 
tyrant." 

I am, gentlemen, very respectfully, 

Your obedient, humble servant, 

BOBERT BUTT. 



In the capitol square, in Richmond, a drunken soldier accosted the Pres- 
ident: 
"Are you Mr. Davis?" 
"I am," was the stern reply. 

"Are you the President of the Confederate States?" 
" I am." 
" Well, I thought you looked like a postage stamp." 

could n't talk. 

After the capture of Winchester, Lieutenant General Ewell and Major 
leneral Early went to Fort Jackson, one of the enemy's strongholds, to 
"aise the Confederate flag which had just been made by the young ladies of 
Winchester, from two "Stars and Stripes" which formerly floated there. 
AlS they came down from the hill, they met the party of young ladies who 
bad made the flag, who, as the generals passed, gave "three «heers for 
jreneral Ewell." He replied: "Thank you, ladies, now call on General 
Early for a speech." " Speech from General Early," was the cry from the 
party. He stopped, raised his hat, and said : " Ladies, I never could muster 
courage to address one lady, much less such a crowd as this," and passed on, 
imid much laughter from the fair workers. 

SELLING A COLONEL. 

The Point Coupee Echo tells the following story : 

" There is an inate spirit of reckless devilment among our 'soldier boys,' 
that is often amusingly illustrated, and not unfrequently at the expense of 
the officers, of which the following is a pretty fair sample. But we will let 

the victim, Colonel C , tell it his own way, having a keen relish for a 

joke, even at his own expense : 
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74 GLEANINGS FROM 

"'Shortly after reaching Port Hudson/ says the colonel, 'I selected my 
encampment, and established my headquarters on the road leading to Clin- 
ton. One of the boys, for the want of better employment, executed a very 
neat signboard, in large letters, 'Headquarters — th Kegiment, Arkansas 

Volunteers, R. H. C tt, commanding,' and nailed it to a tree, facing 

the road. My attention was first called by seeing people stop in passing to 
read it, and I ordered it to be taken down. Missing it a day or two after- 
wards, I supposed my order had been observed, and thought no more of the 
matter, until rather unpleasantly reminded of it. I was sitting one evening 
in front of my tent, in company with some brother officers, when a lean, 
lank specimen of the country gentleman rode up, dismounted, and, hitching 
his 'critter/ approached the crowd, and inquired: 

" ' Is any of you gentlemen Colonel C— tt ?' 

" ' That is my name, sir.' 

" ' Well, colonel, I came in to see if you was ready to pay for them 
chickens ?' 

" ' Chickens ! I presume you are mistaken, sir.' 

" ' Nary time, colonel, and you '11 save trouble if you '11 pay up.' 

" 'But, my friend, I never bought any chickens from you.' 

"'Well, I didn't say you bought 'em, colonel, but you can't say you 
did n't git 'em.' 

" ' But I do say that I did n't get them ! Never saw you in my—' 

" ' Easy, colonel, easy. I '11 leave it to these gentlemen. Aint this your 
signboard ?' hauling it from the breast of his overcoat. 

" 'Admitted, sir; what then V 

" ' Aint this your name on it?' 

" ' Well, what th'en ?' 

" ' Well, just this : last night, when me and my old woman went to bed, 
there was thirty-two hens, besides the old rooster, in the henrhouse, and 
when we got up this morning (and then it was nigh sun-up, for we waited 
for the old rooster to crow for day), there was nary darned chicken on the 
place, but this here signboard was stuck up on the hen-house door ; and as 
it 's got your name on it, why, it stands to reason you tuck the chickens.' 

" Amid a perfect roar of laughter from my companions, I ' paid up.' The 
old fellow counted his money, and handed me the confounded signboard as 
my ' receipt.' Mounting his horse, he started off, but turning in his saddle, 
he drawled out : 

" ' Good-by, colonel. When you come again, leave the old rooster and 
the settin' hens, and don' t forget your sign!' " 



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AN INCIDENT. 

The following incident is related to have occurred at the battle of Shiloh : 
"It appears that our commanding generals were short of battle-nags, and 
some of the brigades were compelled to dispense with this necessary appen- 
dage. As all the brigades and divisions were placed in battle array with 
their battle-flags, with the exception of General Ruggles', he rode up to the 
general on whose staff he was, and asked the reason why he had none. 
Just at that moment a rainbow appeared, and the general, pointing to it 
with his sword, exclaimed: ' Behold my battle-flag !' " 

A RUSE DE GUERRE. 

During the fight at Manassas, Lieutenant Turnbull was ordered to take 
his company and scout in a certain quarter. He set out on this perilous 
duty with twenty-eight men, the strength of Company A at that time. 
After advancing some distance, the little party came to a fence, and was 
about to cross over, when suddenly about one hundred Yankees sprang to 
their feet on the other side, cocked their pieces, and leveled them at the 
scouts — one with fixed bayonet was aiming at the lieutenant, within a few 
feet of his breast. " Hold on," said he, pushing aside the presented musket 
at the same time, "don't shoot your friends; will you shoot a fellow without 
giving him a chance ? Who are you ?" Just at this crisis one of Lieuten- 
mt T.'s party came up to the fence, a short distance off, and discovered the 
3hemy, and, without being dismayed, exclaimed : " Lieutenant, here 's lots 
jf the rascals right here now." The lieutenant, seizing the opportunity, 
said: "Well, boys, you had as well surrender — our whole brigade is just 
jack here !" Ten laid down their arms, and delivered themselves up pris- 
oners of war, whilst the others skedaddled for dear life. 

MORAL VERSUS BRUTE FORCE. 

It is a significant fact, illustrated in various episodes of the war, that the 
pullies and blackguards are invariably the greatest cowards, and the first to 
run in battle. On the contrary, the modest, retiring men, with no appa- 
rent force of character, from whom little or nothing has been expected, are 
the best fighters. Why it is that the "shoulder-hitters," "bruisers," 
: ' wharf-rats," and men of desperate renown, who have lived amid scenes of 
sxcitement and personal adventure all their lives, thus prove recreant to 
their reputation for reckless daring, we cannot explain ; but it is emphat- 
ically true that the gentlemen of the land, those whose career has been con- 
fined to the bosom of their families, their professions or trades, and even to 
idle and enervating pursuits, have shown the highest moral courage, and 
:he greatest disregard for personal safety. 



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In proof of this singular fact, we may mention a circumstance that oc- 
curred on Roanoke Island, in the fight that preceded its capture. There 
were two men who went from the same town, and were in the same com- 
pany. One, was celebrated as the "game-cock of his county" — a huge, 
muscular hulk of a fellow, who could out-jump, out-walk, and out-whip 
everybody in the neighborhood — a terror to all men smaller than himself; 
the hero of countless fights (in the course of which he had the honor of los- 
ing one ear and a portion of his nose by mastication), and a dare-devil 
generally of the first water. 

The other was a quiet little man, an humble book-keeper iu a store, and 
occasionally the manipulator of a yard-stick. Everybody was his friend, and 
he was regarded as a harmless, modest, innocent individual, who would not 
hurt a chicken. 

Well, war-time came, and the call was made for volunteers. The little 
man promptly went forward and registered his enlistment, but the bully 
held off, until popular pressure became so strong that he could not resist. 
In the course of events, their company was ordered to Roanoke Island, and 
the battle soon after occurred. 

The reflective character of the two men now stood out in bold relief. 
The "game-cock," at the very first discharge of the big guns, commenced 
to vomit violently ; the clerk, too small to work the heavy artillery, was ap- 
pointed to fill the station of the powder-monkey, and did his work as if it 
was so much sport, passing fearlessly from the magazine to the men amid 
the fire, raising his hat in salutation to the shells, and singing and shouting 
in high glee. Very soon a shell burst in the works, not far from the bully, 
and, to use the language of our narrator, " a frightencler man you never 
seen. lie acted like a man with the delirium tremens, and screaming: 
' Oh, Lord ! oh, murder ! I 'm killed, I 'm killed — let me get away, let me 
go,' started in a bee line for the 'rat-hole,' from which nothing but main 
force could have brought him out till the end of the action." 

The little man, however, stood bravely to his post throughout the fight, 
won golden opinions from the company, proved himself as gallant a soldier 
as the best, and is now lieutenant of his company, while the miserable, 
craven-hearted wretch of a "game-cock" is living at home in disgrace, 
with all the manhood that he ever had cowed out of him. 

AFFECTING INCIDENT. 

Frederick Hubbard, of the New Orleans Washington Artillery, and 
Henry Hubbard, of the First Minnesota Infantry, brothers, were both 
wounded at Manassas, fighting on opposite sides; and after the battle met, 
for the first time in seven years, in a stable, where they and nine other 
wounded men were laid. The artillery-man, being* the less wounded ef the 



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two, was found ministering to his brother. The case excited so much 
interest, that a surgeon at once dressed the Yankee's wounds, and had him 
removed to his own hospital. 

YANKEE TESTIMONY. 

Willingly or unwillingly, the Yankees are giving expressive and signifi- 
cant testimony against their own themes and pretensions, and in favor of 
the South. 

The following account of the horrible condition of the slaves in Nashville 
is from the charge to the grand jury, by Judge Brien, on the Act for the 
Punishment of Slaves : 

"We of the city of Nashville are absolutely cursed with the presence of a 
negro population which we find it impossible to control. Nashville is made 
the general rendezvous for all the runaway negroes in this and some of the 
adjoining States. They thrust themselves into the houses of our citizens, 
and defy the owners to oust them. They pilfer, they steal, they scruple at 
nothing j they respect nobody; they regard no law, human or divine. 
Some of them are engaged in hospitals, but they are so numerous that this 
is perhaps only a fractional part. They promenade our streets; they crowd 
our sidewalks ; they thread our alleys ; they fill our houses, cellars, garrets. 
They are too lazy to work; too ignorant to distinguish between liberty and 
license; too shameless to respect common decency, and too degraded to ob- 
serve the ordinary rules of morality. The men are thieves and burglars, 
the women prostitutes and vagrants. There is scarcely a stable, a hog-pen, 
or a hen-roost that does not bear the impress of a long heel and hollowless 
instep. Those negroes are a curse to the army, a cancer to society, ,a blight 
upon honesty, morality, and decency, and a leech upon the Government." 

THE CLIMAX OP VANDAL FIENDISIINESS. 

Mississippi has been reserved for the capping of the climax to Yankee 
brutality. Not satisfied with burning, devastating towns, cities, farm- 
houses, and plantations, their barbaric instincts found vent in the perpetra- 
tion of an act at which humanity revolts. 

The Montgomery Mail contained the following: 

" Two gentlemen from Canton, Mississippi, called upon us, and related 
substantially what follows, which we conceive to be the most shocking and 
heartless brutality of which the incarnate fiends of abolitiondom have been 
guilty during the present war: 

" Mrs. M. R. Fort was a lady about sixty-five years of age, of the highest 
respectability, and supposed to be worth some forty thousand dollars. She 
was visiting the house of a friend, six miles south of Canton, when some 
Yankee officers, hearing of her wealth, and believing that she had gone to 



78 GLEANINGS FROM 

the country for the purpose of hiding her money, went, with a gang of ne- 
groes, to the house, at two o'clock in the morning, took her out 'of bed, and 
whipped her until six o'clock — four hours — to make her tell where her 
money could be found. She had no money, and, of course, could not satisfy 
the savages. The wretched lady died under the torture of the lash." 

SOMETHING RICH.' 

Simon Cameron, late Secretary of War of the United States, wa^ singu- 
larly exercised about the body of his deceased brother, Colonel Cameron, of 
the New York Volunteers, killed at the battle of Manassas. Actuated by a 
silly pride about addressing Genera! Johnston on the subject, in the latter's 
proper official capacity, he resorted to every device to secure his object. 
A flag of truce came to our pickets, and sent in the following note to 
Colonel J. E. B. Stuart, of the cavalry, commanding at Fairfax Court- 
House : 

" War Department, July 80, 1861. 

"To whom it may Concern: The bearers, Messrs. Gormon, of Baltimore, 
Applegate, and Sterling, visit Richmond for the single purpose of obtaining 
the remains of the late Colonel Cameron. All United States troops will 
show them the utmost courtesy and protection going and returning. 

" SIMON CAMERON, Secretary of War" 

Colonel Stuart returned the communication with the following endorse- 
ment : 

" Headquarters Fairfax C. H., August 2, 1881. 

"The within communication has been sent me, but being addressed 'To 
whom it may concern,' is returned, for the reason that its object does not 
concern me, nor any one else, that I am. aware of, in the Confederate States 
of America. J. E. B. STUART, 

" Colonel First Cavalry, Commanding." 

The gentlemen were also informed that Genera! Johnston, when properly 
addressed on the subject, would give any aid in his power for the recovery 
of Colonel C.'s remains. 

i HOW OLD SMITH ESCAPED. 

" Old Smith," an old German drummer in the Sixteenth Mississippi 
Regiment, was notorious for straggling on the march. Whether advancing 
or retreating, he was always in the rear. 

In General Jackson's great retreat from the valley of the Shenandoah, 
after whipping Banks, old Smith got some miles behind, and while sitting 
on the roadside, solitary and alone, resting and eating his beef and biscuit, 
he observed a full regiment of Yankee cavalry approaching. He jumped 



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out into the woods, and as the Yankees came near, he thundered away on 
his drum, beating the long roll with a terrible vim. ' [The long roll is the 
signal of an enemy at hand, and to form line of battle.] His trick was suc- 
cessful, for the Yankees, supposing, of course, that there was an infantry 
regiment lying in the thicket, faced about and skedaddled in the regular 
Bull Run style. Old Smith, replacing his drum on his shoulder, came out 
into the road again, with his beef and biscuit in one hand and drumsticks'in 
the other, and resumed his march with his usual equanimity. 

HAD A REPUTATION. 

Anions: other incidents of the battle of Murfreesboro', we heard of one in 
which a soldier observed a rabbit lopping across the field under a heavy fire. 
" Run, cotton-tail," he said ; " if I had n't got a reputation to sustain, I 'd 
travel, too I" 

TAKING THE OATH. 

A very shrewd, sensible man, in Maury County, Tennessee, who had 
been a strong Union man until the Yankees got there, but who, after that, 
became equally as strong a Southern man, went to Columbia one day, and 
was brought before General Negley. "Well/' said the general, "Mr. B., 
you must take the oath before going home." 

" Very well," said B., "just have it boxed up, general, and I '11 take it 
out." 

" Oh," said General Negley, "you do n't understand me; you must take 
the oath to support the Government of the United States." 

" Why, general," said friend B., " I have a wife and several children, 
and it is as much as I can do to support them. I am a poor man, and I 
can't think of supporting the whole United States; that's rather too much." 

By this time Negley became rather impatient. " Here," said he, hand- 
ing B. the printed oath, " read it for yourself." 

" I can't read." 

" Well, then," said Negley, turning to the Provost Marshal, " give him a 
pass anyhow ; he has no sense." 

And thus he went home without taking the oath. The Yankee general 
was outwitted that time. We give this incident as vouched for by one of 
the exchanged Donelson prisoners* 

THE YANKEES AND THE NEGRO. 

A Northern correspondent wrote from Helena, Arkansas, under date of 
January 18, 1863 : 

" Since the 1st of January, the children of Ham are having a hard time 
of it. They are free, with no one to care for them, nothing to live on, half 



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clothed, and worse fed. God only knows what will become of the poor 
creatures. „ 

" Colonel Bussey, post commandant, is a true gentleman, and well liked. 
Prompt, courteous, and business-like, be is a good man for the position. 
Every day negroes are coming into the camp with their little bundles, 
claiming protection and food. Thursday afternoon the following .actual 
event took place : 

"J. B. Pillow, brother of the rebel general, who has a beautiful planta- 
tion a few miles from Helena, and who was worth half a million of dollars 
previous to the war, came into camp, through the lines, with one hundred 
and eighty-three negroes, of both sexes and of all ages. At the head of his 
servants, who followed in single file, he walked to the colonel's headquarters, 
where the following conversation took place : 

" ' Good morning, sir.' 

" ' Good morning, sir.' 

" ' Where is the commandant of the post?' 

" 'Before you, sir.' 

u ' Well, colonel, here is my small charge, in the shape of free American 
citizens of African descent, which I deliverover to you. Here is a correct 
list of their names, ages, sexes, and occupations. Please send them on to 
the President, with my compliments, and say to him that if he wishes any- 
thing else under my roof, on my grounds, or in my pockets, all he has to do 
is to ask and receive.' 

" ' Mr. Pillow, I cannot receive these people; I hate no food for them — 
have nothing for them to do — have not food enough for our soldiers, 
hardly.' 

" ' And I cannot use them. I had bacon to keep them, but it has been 
stolen. ,1 had corn, but it has been gobbled. Now, 1 have nothing for 
them to eat; and as Lincoln has turned this army into a nigger boarding- 
house, you will please seat this people at your table.' 

" ' But I have no such power.' 

" ' Then give them work. If you fail to manage them, I will teach yon. 
The art can be learned in about thirty years.' 



" ' I have nothing for them to do.' 



"'Nor have I. You will not see them starve, I hope. I am a loyal 
man — have been a prosperous one, but can no longer care for these people. 
You have surely some use for them. Nearly all trades are here represented 
among the men. The women you can find use for somewhere.' 

" ' Well, I can't take them.' 

" 'My God, what will they live on? Can you sell me corn and bacon? 
They will starve unless you do.' 

" ' No, I cannot.' 



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" ' And you cannot keep them V 

" < No.' 

" ' Well, God only knows what will become of them.' 

" At the head of his old servants he left, and the free people followed him 
>ack, crying, and wondering what next would come in their behalf. The 
ioor creatures come into camp, steal provisions,' &c, are kicked and cuffed 
.bout by all hands, and are at times most unmercifully pounded by some sol- 
lier who will not stand their ' sass.' The only idea ninety-five of every hun- 
Ired of slaves have of freedom is, ease, freedom from labor, theft, and 
list." 

CAMP ANECDOTE. 

A corresponSent of the Butaw Whig and Observer wrote thus from 

Fredericksburg: 
" A young, stout, hale, hearty man in a South Carolina regiment", went to 

xeneral Lee for the purpose of getting a furlough, when the following 

imusing incident took place : 
" General Lee. ' Sir, do you know the position of a soldier ?' 
"Soldier (saluting the general). ' I do, sir.' , 

" General Lee. ' Assume the position of a soldier. I want to see if you 

an execute two or three orders as I give them.' 
" General Lee (viewing him closely, and scrutinizing his position,) said : 

About face, forward, march !' and never said halt." 

TOO GOOD TO BE LOST. 

A countryman was in the town of Lumpkin, and some one asked him 
iow he liked the war news. He replied : "Very well." "Are you ready 
Ogo?" he was asked. "Yes," he replied. " Are you not afraid 1" "No. 
f I should see a Yankee, with his gun leveled and looking right at me, I 
pould draw out my pocket-book, and ask him what he would take for his 
;un, and right there the fight would end." * 

soldiers' fun. 

While resting on the roadside, a citizen came riding down the line, afford- 
ng a butt for the remarks which were mercilessly thrown out from every 
ide. As he rode through the regiment, one fellow — flat on his back in a 
ence corner — noticed an enormous white beaver that covered the citizen's 
lead, and called out, very peremptorily : " Come down out cf that hat, sir ; 
lon't try to hide ; I know you are up there, for I see your feet." The 
uckless wight spurred up, but, a few paces further on, was greeted by the 
bllowing query : " Say, Mister, why is that hat of your'n like a bag of dol- 
ars? Give it up? 'Cause.it 's got no cents (sense-) in it." Still further 
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on, one soldier called to another across the road : "Bill, that fellow is like a 
ship." "What for?" asks Bill. "'Cause the rigging cost more than the 
hull." This was more than human nature could stand, and the citizen put 
whip and spur to work. Nor did he pause until Kershaw's brigade was far 
in the distance behind him. 

WANTED TO BE " TOOK." 

lieferring to the fact that many of the Federal soldiers are seeking cap- 
tivity for the purpose of securing a parole, the Kentucky Statesman relates 
the following, as having occurred in the vicinity of Lexington : 

"A Confederate soldier, exhausted, laid down by the roadside to rest, and 
falling asleep, was. left some distance behind the army. When he awoke, he 
found a Yankee, soldier sitting by his side fanning off the flies, and patiently 
waiting to be taken prisoner. Of course he was accommodated." 

BOY HEROES. 

While the "musquito fleet" of Commodore Hollins was on the Missis- 
sippi, an attempt was made to dislodge the enemy from Point Pleasant, near 
Island No. 10. After firing several rounds, the enemy retired, without re- 
plying. Just at this moment several persons, supposed to be women, came 
out on the balconies of the houses and the bank, waving white flags. The 
captain of the Pontchartrain oi'dered her to approach the shore, which she 
did cautiously. When within about forty yards of the shore, the supposed 
women, with other Federals, commenced a very brisk fire on the boat with 
their muskets, killing one and wounding two others. The one killed was a 
boy of fourteen years, known on the boat as powder-boy. He deserves to 
be written down a hero. While strong and stalwart men were seeking a 
hiding-place under the bomb-proof shelter, this brave, manly boy, stood .to 
his post till pierced by the fatal ball. He had hardly fallen, when little 
Johnny Reeder, of about the same age, stepped up to the captain, amidst a 
shower of bullets, and spoke with heroic firmness: "Captain, I will be your 
powder-boy now." We scarcely know which most to admire. Both were 
brave, and gave striking evidence of the folly of our enemies in supposing 
they can subjugate us. 

The Nashville was saved from the enemy at Beaufort by two young lads, 
the sons of Captains Pegram and Sinclair. On hearing that the Yankees 
were about to invade the town of Newborn, they "drummed up" a crew, 
ran the blockade; and arrived safely in another Southern port. 

Two half-grown lads were out hunting in the neighborhood of Newbern, 
and were discovered and accosted by a Yankee lieutenant. 

One of the boys wore the letters " N. C." on his cap, which attracted the 
Yankee's attention, and he inquired of the boy what they meant. The boy 



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replied, " North Carolina," whereupon the lieutenant ordered him to re- 
move them. This the boy declined doing, when he was again ordered to 
take them off, and again refused to do so'. The lieutenant then remarked 
that he would take them off himself; and was in the act of dismounting 
from v his horse to, do so, when the boy winked to his comrade, who took his 
meaning, and in a moment the, guns of both the boys were leveled at the 
head of the Yankee officer, and he was commanded to surrender. 

Seeing the utter hopelessness of his case, and perfectly astounded at the 
spirit displayed by the boys, the Yankee gave up his pistol, and on. being 
ordered to dismount, did so. The boys then secured him, and again plac- 
ing him on Jiis horse, conducted him to Kinston, where he was safely 
lodged in jail. 

The Columbia (South Carolina) Guardian says : 

"Dr. Patterson, who has just returned from Richmond, has left at our 
office a musket carried by a noble and gallant boy from Q-eorgia, Garvin 
Wightman. The gun bears upon it the evidence of hot work, the stock 
having no less than five bullet marks, four of them apparently from grape- 
shot, and the 1 other evidently from a Minie ball. In a note to Dr. Patter- 
son, the youth says: 'This was shot in my hand while retreating from a 
battery that we had taken, but could not hold. It was struck with grape 
shot and ball ; take care of it for me, as I captured it at the battle of Wil- 
liamsburg from a Yankee. It has killed five, and done service in the bat- 
tles of Williamsburg and Richmond.' 

"Dr. Patterson states that Garvin is only about fifteen or sixteen years 
of age, and was at first detailed to guard the requisition stores, but finding 
that this duty would prevent him from participating in the battles, he 
joined a North Carolina regiment, and went into action. His father and 
family, we are informed, are Charlestonians. 

"Besides the scars on the gun, Garvin received sundry other favors from 
the Yankees. Two balls passed through his cap, and his clothing has sundry 
bullet holes. In his case, too, we have another of those remarkable occur- 
rences showing a special Providence. In his left breast pocket, or between 
his vest and his shirt, he carried his Sabbath-School hymn-book rolled up. 
A ball entered this book, and penetrated through the outer folds, lodging 
in the centre, thus unquestionably saving his life. The book with the ball 
is in the possession of Dr. Patterson." 

FEDERAL ATROCITIES IN BALTIMORE. 

The following letter, from a neutral source, tells a story that would 
scarcely be believed, were it not endorsed by a thousand similar incidents, 
both in Baltimore and elsewhere : 



S I: GLEANINGS FROM 

Quebec, October 4, 1861. 
To the Editor of the Morning Chronicle: 

Sir : The horrors practiced by the Lincoln Government upon the people 
of that once beautiful and refined city, Baltimore, have earned for it the 
name of the Warsaw of America. "At this'moment the most honored and 
talented men of Maryland are pining in the fortress cells of that city, 
deprived of the commonest requisites of the humblest conditions of life, made 
to endure nauseating circumstances that the meanest felon is free from; seven 
and' eight gentlemen forced into a cell, without bedding, blankets, water to 
wash, or changes of linen from week's end to week's end ; and, with a 
refinement of cruelty and mental torture, unknown in any civilized country 
in the world, cut off from- all intercourse or knowledge of their families or 
of the outer world. 

Men alone are not the only victims of the wicked and accursed tyranny, 
but even ladies of rank are similarly situated, their crimes being receiving 
letters from absent husbands and fathers, or wearing red and white ribbons 
or dresses, or having given charity to the widow or orphan of some one who 
died in the Southern army. Against the men no charges are made, and the 
only warrant upon which they are held is, that their names are inscribed by 
Mr. Lincoln or Mr. Seward upon a list in the hands of a convicted mur- 
derer and burglar. The experience of one week in Baltimore, and the hor- 
rors inflicted upon the unhappy people of that fated city, would appear to 
any man used to the actions of a regular government — even of the greatest 
European despotism — an exaggeration, did not the papers in the service of 
the tyrannous fanatics, who despotically wield the government of the land, 
themselves foreshadow the gross iniquity, and call upon the gaping and 
frightened crowd to fall down and worship the bloody idol they have set up 
before them. 

The prime executioner and minister to the vengeance of Lincoln and 
Seward is of the most abhorrent stamp, and has inaugurated their reign of 
terror in Baltimore only as such a wretch could conceive it. This man is a 
pardoned convict, named Berrett, who, after receiving sentence of death for 
murder and burglary, and having been known to have committed six assas- 
sinations, was released from prison, and made a jailor, but was dismissed for 
misconduct; he was the. captain of a murderous crew, called the "Blood- 
Tubs," and when all honest men shrank from hini, President Lincoln and 
his minion, Seward, sought and employed him as the minister of their ven- 
geance. This ruffian has daily interviews with the President, and returns 
from Washington with a fresh list of proscribed victims. Berret has chosen 
the tools and habits of his old trade of burglar to do the work of his 
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The universal terror and abject subserviency of tbe Northern States to 
the dictates of their oppressor, has been shared by Maryland, and it has, 
therefore, been deemed more prudent to make the domiciliary visits in the 
dead of the night. Berrett takes with him several escaped thieves, his 
former " pals," and, accompanied by a file of soldiers, goes forth after mid- 
night to do the bidding of the " best and freest Government in the world," 
hj breaking into. the houses of their victims, dragging them from their 
beds, and thrusting them, handcuffed, into the cells of Fortress McEenry. 
General Howard, an old gentleman, the candidate for governor, and his son, 
Mr. F. Howard, were taken from their beds and from the sides of their 
wives between one and two o'clock in the morning by Berrett and a file of 
soldiers, who wounded with their bayonets Mr. F Howard's little son, sis 
years old, and so ill-treated Mrs. Howard that she died on the Sunday fol- 
lowing. Mr. Lincoln thought "she was served too well, and declared that 
the wives and brats of traitors deserved to be threaded upon red-hot jack- 
chains." To the suffering children and wives of his victims he replies to 
their request to be permitted to see ? their parents with a refusal couched in 
obscene and brutal language, or with some filthy jest, that could not be put 
upon paper. 

Berrett, upon Seward's, order, broke into the mansion of a lady of rank, 
whose husband is in Europe, and with his file of soldiers pulled her from 
her bed, without permitting her to dress, or even putting on her shoes; the 
fellow forced her to go with him from the attic to the cellar in her night- 
gown, whilst he tore up the carpet, forced the doors, and cut to pieces the 
beds, mattresses, brocaded chairs, sofas, &c, and turned out every trunk and 
drawer, leaving the beautiful residence a total wreck. No reason has been 
assigned for this outrage, except that his patron, the President, willed it. 
On the following night, the house of a venerable gentleman was forcibly 
entered, and every bed cut to pieces; his three daughters were pulled out 
of their beds, and subjected to brutal indelicacies the heart sickens at. 
The following morning the colonel of these honorable and gallant defenders 
of their country, named Wilson, was taken into custody for various robbe- 
ries, the property having been found in his shop in Brooklyn, New York. 
The house of Mr-. George, who had no connection with politics, was searched 
for arms ; of course none were found, but a quantity of wine was, and the 
officers in eommand of this respectable and gallant army carried it off. Mr. 
George was determined to bring the thieves to justice, but Mr. Seward has 
thrown his protection around them, and threatens and bullies the sufferer. 

Mr. Faulkner, the late Embassador from the United States to France, 
has been imprisoned in a common felon's cell, without even straw to lie 
upon, leaving his three motherless and unprotected daughters in a hotel, 
Mr. Lincoln refusing him permission to send a message to them, and rob- 



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bing him of all the money he had with him. Lincoln, when told of the 
young ladies' grief, and that their dresses were wet with tears, ridiculed it, 
and made filthy and obscene jokes at their expense. Mr. Wallis, President 
of the Senate, a man of refined mind, elegantly educated, who held his large 
fortune as a trust for every good and benevolent purpose, whose eloquence 
and hiah talent vied with his goodness and his virtues, has been consigned 
to a narrow ceil, with six other gentlemen, without the commonest conven- 
ience that the poorest beggar can command for the wants of nature — torn 
from his wife and family while suffering from severe sickness, without a 
change of linen, and robbed of all his money. Mr. floss Winans, nearly 
eighty years of age, was taken from his splendid mansion in the middle of 
the night, and, for a second time, consigned to a cell. This time his crime 
was giving food, daily, to twenty -five hundred poor people. His last release 
from prison cost him fifty thousand dollars bribe. 

Mrs. Davis, a lady of large fortune, had fed nearly one thousand poor 
daily. Mr. Seward commanded her to desist from doing so; she refused, 
and published his command and her letter of refusal. The paper that, pub- 
lished it has been suppressed, the materials of the office carried off, and the 
editor imprisoned. 

SUPPLIES AND INFORMATION FOR THE' REBELS. 

"A Yankee upstart, belonging to Milroy's command, when in the Valley 
of Virginia, summoned an aged citizen to appear before him, to furnish 
some information. When duly arraigned, the Yankee began : 

" 'Do you know of any one who has furnished supplies to the rebels?' 

" Old Man. ' I believe I do.' 

"Yank. 'Who was it?' 

"Answer. ' General Danks.' 

"Yank. ' Sergeant, take him to the guard-house. Wait a while. Now, 
old white-headed rebel, mind whose presence you are in, and answer cor- 
rectly. Do you know any one who has been passing through our lines and 
back again to the rebels, carrying information ?' 

"Am*. ' Yes, sir, I do.' 

"Yank. 'Who was'it?' 

"Am. 'General J. E. B. Stuart.' 

" Yank. ' Sergeant, take him to the guard-house.' " 

NOT A STRAGGLER. 

On the morning after the great battle of Manassas Plains, Sergeant ■, 

of Company A, Sixteenth Mississippi Regiment, being barefooted, straggled 
off from his command, traversing the battle-field in pursuit of a pair of 
shoes, which some frightened Yankee might have thrown away in his flight. 



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After looking for a long time in vain, he at last saw a pretty good pair on 
the pedal extremities of a dead Yankee. He sat down at the feet of the 
dead Yankee, pulled off his shoes, and put them on his own feet. Admir- 
ing the fit, and complimenting himself upon this addition to his marching 
abilities, he arose, and, with knapsack on his back and gun in hand, was 
about starting to overtake his regiment, when he observed coming towards 
him a small squadron of cavalry, all of whom, as it was drizzling rain, were 
wrapped in their large rubber oil-cloth overcoats. It will be remembered 
that the cavalry are frequently assigned to the duty of picking up the 
stragglers, and hence there is no good feeling between the infantry and cav- 
alry. As they approached Sergeant , the foremost one asked : " What 

ire you doing here, sir, away from your command ?" 

"That 's none of your business, by Q — d," answered the sergeant, 

" You are a straggler, sir, and deserve the severest punishment." 

"It 's a d — d lie, sir; I am not a straggler; I only left my regiment a 
few minutes ago to hunt me a pair of shoes. I went all through the fight 
yesterday, and that 's more than you can say ; for where were you yesterday 
when General Stuart wanted your d — d cavalry to charge the Yankees after 
we put 'em to runuing ? You were lying back in the pine thickets, and 
could n't be found; but to-day, when there 's no danger, you can come out 
and charge other men with straggling, d — n you. v 

The cavalry-man, instead of getting mad, seemed to enjoy this raking 
over from the plucky little sergeant, and, as he rode on, laughed heartily at 
it. As the squadron was filing nearly past the sergeant, one of them 
inquired : 

" Do you know who you were talking to ?" 

" Yes, to a cowardly Virginia cavalry-man." 

" No, sir ; that 's General Lee." 

"U-o-o — wJiat!" And his mouth expanded from a pucker to its most 
astonishing dimensions. " General Lee, did you say?" 

" Yes." 

" And his staff?" 

" Yes." 

" Sciz-z-z-z-ors to grind. I 'm a gorner !" 

With this exclamation the sergeant pulled off his hat, and, readjusting it 
over his distended eyes, struck a double-quick on the straightest line for his 



regiment. 



DOii'T LIKE FORREST. 



"The prisoners, generally, were remarkably impudent and insulting, es- 
pecially the officers. One of them, a major, was publicly cursing General 
Forrest on the streets, for a scoundrel and a rascal, stating that when For- 



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rest demanded a surrender, and the Yankee negotiators were trying to get 
the best terms possible, Forrest appeared suddenly to get very mad: swoVe 
he would wait no longer, that he would rather kill the whole of them 
than not; ordered his couriers immediately to direct the commanders of 
the separate batteries to place them on separate points or hills ; and or- 
dered four separate regiments to be formed immediately at particular points 
in line of battle ; and that the couriers absolutely dashed off as though 
they were going to have the orders executed. And as they dashed off, 
Forrest told them his signal gun would be fired in ten minutes — when, in 
fact, he said, the rascal had but two little cannon, and not more than a 
half regiment of men all told. That Forrest was nothing but a damned 
swindler." 

THE PIOUS SLAVE. 

A letter from the South Carolina coast contains the following character- 
istic anecdote : 

" I happened to notice, one morning not long since, on the wharf of our 
island, a very old negro oysterman drawing out his boat on the shore, in 
order to dip the water out that had collected during the night, preparatory 
to going out among the oyster-banks. A regular soldier was assisting him, 
partly for amusement, and partly to hear him talk. 

"The oysterman was indeed an interesting specimen of humanity. He 
was bent and stiffened by age, his head was as white as cotton, while as 
happy a smile played upon his shriveled countenance as ever wreathed the 
face of beauty, and his deep-set black eyes beamed with kindness and hu- 
mility. His boat was a very old canoe, full of holes all along the sides, 
and I asked him if he was not afraid to venture out on the water in such a 
.thing. He said he was not; that the old boat and old man knew each other, 
they had worked together for many years; that he did not know which 
would give out first, but that one thing was certain, we all had to die at some 
time, and there was no way to get away from death when he came; that his 
Master above could take care of his old servant as well in the old boat as 
on the land; that that kind Master had permitted him to live some eighty- 
six years, had given him food, drink, and clothing all that time, to prepare 
for death, and if he were not prepared and ready to die now, he would be 
the greatest sinner in the world. He concluded by telling us that we were 
all slaves — slaves to sin, to our passions and appetites — and that death alone 
could make us perfectly free and happy in the Paradise of G-od. How far 
superior, thought we, is the simple and child-like faith of this honest old 
negro to all the day-dreams of philosophers, that have constructed their 
systems apart from the sublime philosophy of the Redeemer of mankind. 
This sable son of Africa was fully imbued with the glorious faith and doc- 



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trines of St. Paul, that made Felix tremble, and almost persuaded King 
Agrippa to be a Christian." 

YANKEE RAID-MAKERS IN TOWN. 

Thirteen Yankees, including one Lieutenant, named Marsh, all belonging 
to an Illinois regiment, and attached to a raid-making party, arrived at the 
Libby prison, from Tunstall's Station, where they were taken by a portioa 
of General Wise's command.. Sundry other members of the detachment 
were brought in, by citizens and soldiers, who picked them up straggling on 
the roads, hatless, horseless, and hungry. One ludicrously appointed indi- 
vidual, having seen the spires of the city from afar off, and being anxious 
to get shelter and something to eat, directed his steps thither; and, meeting 
a gentleman on the road, addressed hfrn : 

"'Ere you keeps mit der Lippy brison?" 

"What?" said the gentleman, reining his steed, and looking curiously at 
the woe-begone excursionist. 

"I vants to go to brison — umph, yaw!" 

" What do you want to go there for ? " asked the gentleman, seeing at 
once that he was one of the strayed-off raid party, but wishing to chat 
awhile with the poor devil. 

" I bes so smk as der helle von dis var — und I kom you gleb meinself 
up — yaw." 

"Where did you come. from?" inquired the gentleman. 

" Vrom Yankeeland, mit a tarn officer, for to break into der railroad und 
shpile die passengers. Vere 's der brison?" 

Finding the tired and hungry Dutchman ^n a hurry to get along, the gen- 
tleman directed him to keep the road, and he would soon reach the object of 
his wishes. Into town the fellow came, and, overcome by heat and fa„tigue, 
he sat down in front of the telegraph office and went to sleep, where he was 
soon observed, and his character being ascertained, he was put in "der 
brison" — the only Yankee (and he a Dutchman) who has yet "entered 
Richmond" on«his own hook. 

The party captured were sent down for exchange, with others, by flag of 

truce, making rather a short stay. 
a 
MILROY IN WINCHESTER, VIRGINIA. 

The reign of this officer rivalled in brutality and robbery that of Butler 
in New Orleans. A private letter says : 

"The town is full of hospitals. They have Taylor's Hotel, York House, 
Union Hotel, and when I left, were turning the people out of their homes 
to make hospitals of them. The soldiers have been camped about in towu 
all winter, and such a dirty place you never saw. The church opposite was 



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taken for a stable, and we had the horses quartered all around us. The 
typhoid fever has at last become so bad that it lias grown to an epidemic, 
and there is scarcely a family in town but have two or mere, and in some 
cases the whole family is down, and dependent upon their neighbors for 
help. All the servants .have gone, and the people have been worked and 
worried to death. 

yf. * * * * 

" The Yankees will not allow the people to buy anything without taking 
the oath, and we would rather starve than do that. We could get nothing 
either one way or the other, and just had to live on bread, and sometimes 
had butter. They would not even allow ns to buy a, bone of meat to make 
soup for the sick. When the Confederates came towards Winchester, the 
Yankees once surrounded with six hundred of their men about fifty of ours, 
and did not kill one — all escaped. Old Milroy was ripping mad, swore ter- 
ribly, called the officer who had command, and said: "Why is it that six 
hundred Yankee's having one hundred rebels surrounded, let them all 
escape?" The officer said : "All I can say is, the rebels fought with daring 
bravery, and the Yankees like cowards." They put the officer* under arrest 
for forty days. Milroy never goes out. He had his wife and four or five 
children — ugly little red-headed things — with him. They had Mrs. Logan's 
fine house. You heard, I suppose, they sent Mrs. Logan and family over 
'■ the lines. They took possession of the house and everything in it. Instead 
of coming up the Valley to fight the men, they stopped in Winchester and 
foueht women and children. The women were firm and faithful: never 
would give up one step. When Milroy's wife first came, she had one kittle 
trunk, and when she left she 9 had five very large ones— carried off every- 
thing she could lay her hands on. They say they will not leave a negro in 
town when they leave." 

ADMIRABLE RETORT. 

A lady went to General Milroy and asked for a pass to go over the lines. 
lie said : "I will give you a pass to hell." She told him she did not know 
his lines extended that far; she had often heard it, but now had it from his 
own lips. 

A BRAVE NEGRO. 

In the battle of Belmont, Lieutenant Shelton, of the Thirteenth Arkansas 
Regiment, and his servant Jack were in the fight. Both Jack and his mas- 
ter were wounded, but not till they had made most heroic efforts to drive 
back the insolent invaders. Finally, after Jack ha*l fired at the enemy 
twenty-seven times, he fell, seriously wounded in the arm. Jack's son was 
upon the field and loaded the rifle for his father, and shot at the enemy three 



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times after he was upon the ground. Jack's son hid behind a tree, and 
when the enemy retreated they took him to Cairo and refused to let him 
return. Jack was taken from the field in great pain, and brought to the 
Overton Hospital, where he bore his sufferings with great fortitude, till death 
relieved him of his pain. 

GENERAL RANDOLPH "BLOCKADED." 

One afternoon our estimable Secretary of War, General George W Ran- 
dolph, visited the lines below Richmond, and after spending an agreeable 
hour or two at General Lee's headquarters, started for the. city. He pro- 
ceeded without interruption until he reached the picket's post on the "Nine 
Mile Road," where he found several citizens who were returning from a 
visit to the camp. They had been stopped by the sentinel, who informed 
them that he had orders to allow no one to pass in or out of the lines who 
did not give the countersign. General Randolph informed the picket that 
he was the Secretary of War, and that the orders he had received could 
not apply to him. The soldier replied that he did not know whether he 
was Secretary of War or not — a Yankee spy might say the same thino-; 
but be that as it may, his orders were to allow no one to pass who could not 
o;ive the countersign, and, having a ball and two buckshot in his musket, he 
would enforce the observance of his orders by all comers and goers. 

Here was a "fix" for a party of gentlemen, with night coming on, and a 
heavy drizzle of rain descending. The officer of the day was called, but 
he could do nothing, as the adjutant of the post had neglected to obtain 
the countersign from headquarters. At length somebody rode to headquar- 
ters, about a mile distant, and returned with the countersign. The Secre- 
tary and other camp visitors -were then released, and went on their way 
rejoicing, though previously, it is said, in a very bad humor, believing that 
the sentinel had exceeded his duty. 

A somewhat similar incident is related of Napoleon. He tried to pass 
ane of his sentinels, but the Old Guard $old him he could not pass without 
the countersign, if he were the " Little Corporal " himself — meaning Napo- 
leon. The sentinel was rewarded by Napoleon for his fidelity to his trust 
by the decoration of the Legion of Honor. 

GENERAL STUART AND THE "MILLER. 

On a scouting expedition to Massaponax Church, General Stuart rode 
up to a mill around which the enemy had just been encamped, to see what 
information he could obtain. The old miller looked at him closely, and 
said, "Seems like I 's seen you afore." "Yes," said the General, "I was 
here, you recollect, on a scout a few days ago. My name is Stuart." The 
old fellow 'Seemed much pleased. "General," said ho, "they were all 



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around here last night and this morning. They said you had been a 
bothering them a long time with your cavalry, but that now they were 
going to get in your rear and cut you off, and the first thing they knowed 
you drapped right in behind them. Ha ! ha ! ha ! Give it to 'em, General." 

JACKSON AFTER .THE MAIN CHANCE. 

After Jackson took Harper's Ferry, he had a conversation with Colonel 
Ford, (a Federal officer,) who detailed the following incident: "While we 
.were in conversation," says Colonel Ford, "an orderly rode rapidly across 
the bridge, and said to General Jackson: 'I am ordered by General McLaws 
to report to you that General McClellan is within six miles, with an immense 
army.' Jackson took no notice of the orderly, apparently, and continued 
his' conversation ; but when the orderly had turned away, Jackson called 
after him, with the question: 'Has McClellan any baggage train or drove 
of cattle ?' The reply was, that he had. Jackson remarked that he could 
whip any army that was followed by a drove of cattle, alluding to the hun- 
gry condition of his men." 

WHISKY AND TURPENTINE. 

The Chattanooga Rebel told the following: 

One of the Yankee prisoners here asked a guard if he knew "where a 
feller could get a drink of whisky ? " 

"Well, no," said the ragged custodian, "but, stranger, yer kin git a first- 
rate artikle of turpentine round the corner, and I reckon that won't pizin 
your blue stomach ! " 

"What does he say, Bill?" said another prisoner. 

"Why he wanted I should drink abcout a gill of turpentine; feller warnt 
tu burn us eout; wish to h — 1 I was ter hum!" 

NORTHERN TESTIMONY CONCERNING A NORTHERN PRISON. 

Aii Ohio paper published the following : 

" It must not be forgotten that there have been from six to seven hun- 
dred political prisoners at Camp Chase at a time, and although seven hun- 
dred have been discharged without trial, there are yet there some four 
hundred. One or two hundred of these have arrived from Kentucky and 
Western "Virginia. These men are taken from their homes, some from their 
beds at night, some from their houses in daytime, and a great many of 
them are picked up in their fields at work, and never suffered to see their 
families before being spirited off to Ohio and incarcerated in this celebrated 
Bastile, which will soon be as famous as Olmutz itself. 

" Our Ohioans are put into the same prison with these men from other 
Otater< ; and from them we have learned some facte, which the people of 



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Ohio ought to know. Many of these men have been kept in this prison for 
Dver one year, a great many for five, six, seven, and eight months, without 
3ven seeing 1 outside, or being allowed to communicate personally with any 
me, not even wife, child, father, mother, or stranger. 

" They are furnished with nothing but a single blanket, even these cold 
lights, unless they are able to purchase additional comforts with money 
;hey may be able to command. Many are poor men, and unable to pur- 
chase;, they were not permitted to bring along a change of clothing, and 
uany had. on, when seized, nothing but summer wear, and that has become 
ilthy, worn out, and scarcely hangs upon their backs. 

" They have no bedding, and are, therefore, compelled to sleep on the 
Dare boards. They have not enough wood furnished to keep fires up all 
light, and hence the suffering is intensified by the cold weather. If they 
ittempt, after night, to walk out in the yard to take off the chills of the 
ireary night, they are instantly threatened to be shot by the guard's, as 
ardered by those in command. 

"Dr. Allen, of Columbia County, Ohio,. said he laid on a bare board until 
his hips were black and blue. The wood furnished them is four feet long, 
ind they are compelled, each mess, to chop it up for themselves, and, the 
provisions being furnished raw, they have to cook for themselves. Recol- 
lect, always, that these are political prisoners; against whom no one appears 
is accuser, and no trial is permitted. 

"The prison has become filthy — awfully so — and the rats are in droves. If 
the prisoners attempt to kill one of the rats, they are forbidden, and threat- 
ened with being shot instantly. Recollect, always^as we have said above, 
these are political prisoners, against whom some malicious negro-worshipper 
has created a suspicion of disloyalty, but whose name is kept a secret, and 
hence there can be no trial. 

" The place is perfectly alive with lice, and no chance is given to escape 
the living vermin. A dead man, one of the prisoners, was carried out to 
the dead-yard, and laid there over night, and when visited in the morning 
by other prisoners, who heard there was a dead man there, they found the 
hair on his head stiff with lice and nits — the lice creeping into hi§ eyes in 
great numbers, and, as he lay with his mouth open, the lice were thick, 
crawling in and put of his mouth. 

"Two of the prisoners got into a scuffle in trying their strength, and 
finally into a fight, as was supposed, and several other persons rushed to part 
them, when the guards from the lookout fired on them, killing an old man 
by the name of Jones, from Western Virginia, and the ball grazing the skull 
of another, he fell, and it was supposed at first he was killed alsoj another 
of the balls passed through a board at the head of a sick man in the hos- 



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pi'cal, and only escaped him by a few inches. The two men engaged in the 
- scuffle were not hurt. 

" We might go further, but God knows this is enough for once. It is 
enough to make one's blood run cold to think of it. 

" Now, if any one doubts this — if the authorities at camp or at the State- 
House doubt it — if the Legislature, when it meets, will raise a committee, we 
promise to name the witnesses, who, if sent for, will, under oath, prove all 
this and as much more, some -of which is too indecent to print in a newspa- 
per for the public eye." 

"stung by a bung." 

" Hermes," the correspondent of the Charleston (South Carolina) Mer- 
cury, related the following incident : 

"At Sharpsburg, General Lee, meeting one of the many stragglers, in- 
quired : ' Where are you going, sir V 

" ' Going to the rear.' 

" ' What are you going to the rear for ?' 

"'Well, I've been stung by a bung, ai\d I 'm what they call demoral- 
ized.' 

" This was enough. General Lee had n't the heart to say more to an in- 
nocent who had been 'stung by a bung' — meaning, probably, that he had 
been stunned by a bomb — and the soldier departed on his way." 

DEATH ON THE BATTLE-FIELD. 

A correspondent of the Due West Tdescope stated that a Christian soldier 
was pierced by a Minie ball in the left breast, during the first charge of our 
troops at Perryville; and in reply to a friend who proffered him assistance, 
said : " No, I die. Tell my parents I die happy. On, on to victory. 
Jesus is with me, and can give me all the help I need." A gasp, a shud- 
der, and all was over — all of this world's pain and sorrow. 

MAJOR A. M. LEA AND HIS SON. 

One of the most affecting incidents of the brilliant and successful recap- 
ture of Galveston by the- forces tinder Major General Magruder, was the 
meeting between Major Lea, of our army, with his eldest and fondly-loved 
son, who was first lieutenaut of the Harriet Lane. Nearly two years ago, 
the father, then residing in Texas, had written repeatedly to the son, then 
on the coast of China, suggesting the principles that should determine his 
course in the then approaching struggle between the North and the South 
of the United States, and saying that he could not dictate to one so long ob- 
ligated to act on his own judgment; and that, decide as be mio-ht, such was 
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rith the respect of a gentleman and the affection of a father; but that, if he 
hould elect the side of the enemy, they would probably never meet on 
:arth, unless perchance they should meet in battle. 

The father has served nearly eighteen months eastward of the Missis- 
ippi, and, through unsolicited orders, arrived at Houston, en route for San 
intonio, when, hearing of the intended attack on the Harriet Lane, aboard 
»f which he had heard was his son, also placed there simply in the order of 
Providence, he solicited permission to join the expedition, in expectation* of 
mrsing or burying his son, whose courage was obliged to expose him fatally 
,o the equal daring of our Texas boys. During the fight, Major Lea was 
>rdered by the general to keep a lookout from a house-top for all move- 
ments in the bay. As soon as daylight enabled him to see that the Lane 
iad been captured, by permission of the general, who knew nothing of the 
expected meeting, he hastened aboard, when he was not surprised to find 
nis son mortally wounded. Wading through blood, amidst the dying and 
the dead, he reached the youth, pale and exhausted. " Edward, 't is your 
father." "I know you, father, but cannot move," he said, faintly. "Are 
pou mortally wounded ?" " Badly, but hope not fatally." " Do you suffer 
pain?" "Cannot speak," he whispered. A stimulant was given him. 
' How came you here, father 1" When answered, a gleam of surprise and 
gratification passed over his fine face. He then expended nearly his last 
words in making arrangements for his wounded comrades. His father knelt 
and blessed him, and hastened ashore for a litter, and returned just alter 
life had fled. 

When told by the surgeon that he had but a few minutes to live, and 
asked to express his wishes, he answered, confidingly : " My father is here," 
and spoke not again. He was borne in procession to the grave from the 
headquarters of General Magruder, in company with his captain, and they 
were buried together, with appropriate military honors, in the presence of 
many officers of both armies, and many generous citizens, all of whom ex- 
pressed their deep sympathy, with the bereaved father, who said the solemn 
service for the Episcopal Church for the burial of the dead, and then added 
this brief address : 

" My friends, the wise man has said that there is a time to rejoice and a 
time to mourn. Surely, this is time when we may weep with those that 
weep. Allow one so sorely tried, in this his willing sacrifice, to beseech you 
to believe, whilst we defend our rights with strong arms and honest hearts, 
that those we meet in battle may also have hearts brave and honest as our 
own. We have here buried two brave and honest gentlemen. Peace to 
their ashes! Tread lightly o'er their graves. Amen." 



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PIETY IN A GENERAL. 



The chaplain of the Fifth Kentucky Eegiment writes of Kirby Smith : 
" Before going into the battle at Richmond, Kentucky, he spent a season 
alone in his tent in prayer. When the battle was over, he returned to his 
tent, and gave thanks to God for the victory. When at Lexington, Ken- 
tucky, the minister at the Episcopal Church refused to officiate on thanks- 
giving day, and General Smith arose, read a chapter, led in prayer, and 
finished the services. In the Kentucky campaign, General Smith was the 
only general who succeeded in his part of the programme." 



OUR RAGGED BOYS. 

At the battle of Murfreesboro', the Yankees captured a young rebel, who ' 
wore a gunny-bag with a hole in it for a shirt. " Could n't your Govern- 
ment afford to give you a shirt ?" said his captor. " Shirt, the d — 1," said 
he of the gunny-bag, "do you expect a man to have a thousand shirts?" 

WITHOUT SADDLE OR SPUR. 

The following "joke" is told of an army surgeon, who got on a little 
" bender" while his command was passing through Mobile : 

Surgeon was dressing a wound at the battle of Murfreesboro' — soldier 
came by on a Yankee's back, actually riding him to the rear. 

" Doctor," cried the lucky Confederate, from his novel perch, " if I had 
them spurs you went to bed in at Mobile, I 'd give this feller hail Columby. 
Get up, here, you whey-faced Yankee son-of-a-gtin," and he drove his heels 
into the sides of his jaded "animal," and pushed on, amid'the roars of 
laughter from the surgeon and his corps of assistants. 

THE JOHN BROWN RAID — AN IMPORTANT DISCLOSURE. 

Mr. Sumner was reelected to the United States Senate by the Legislature 
of Massachusetts. Mr. Swans, member of the Senate of "that State, al- 
though a Republican, would not, it seems, vote for Mr: Sumner, and gave 
the following reasons for refusing : 

" 1 come now, Mr. President, to what is known in history as the John 
Brown raid. This expedition was planned and fitted out in Boston, and its 
expenses 'defrayed by subscription. , The day he started for Harper's Ferry 
on his deed of murder, he dined in room No.*4, Parker House, in company 
with some of the most .ardent and zealous supporters of Mr. Sumner, and for 
this reason I allude to it. The Republican party now disown the act, they 
call him a monomaniac, an insane man ; but when the telegraphic wires, 
with lightning speed, brought the news of his death to New England, so de- 
praved at that time was the public sentiment here, that the village churcji- 



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bells tolled out his funeral knell, and the ministers of God, with a few hon- 
orable exceptions, prayed in their pulpits that the spirit of the 'departed 
saint ' might rest in peace. This act, Mr. President, was the death-blow to 
the peace of the Union. Without it, Virginia would not have seceded, and 
G-od grant the names of the persons who were engaged in this transaction 
shall leave a record of them for history. 

"Another deed of murder, Mr. President, and I will not detain you 
longer. When Anthony Burns, the fugitive slave, was confined in the 
Court-Iiouse in this city, a meeting was held- at Faneuil Hall, to consider 
the subject. Theodore Parker and the Eev. Thomas W Higginson were 
there. Mr. Parker, in concluding an eloquent speech alluded to the fact 
that a slave was confined in the Court-House, and exclaimed, in substance : 
' Why stand we here idle ? To the rescue !' A rush was made for the 
Court-House, and at the door stood a poor laboring man, a Mr. Batchelder, a 
night-watch. His wife and two children were sleeping at home, possibly 
dreaming of him as he was toiling for their daily bread. The crowd de- 
manded admittance; he refused, and was immediately assassinated on the 
spot. Who killed him the world never knew. These men, Mr. President, 
were the confidential friends and supporters -of Mr. Sumner, and for this 
reason I have alluded to the subject." 

laconic ! 

Estes (a member of the Legislature, and Confederate District Attorney 
for West Tennessee) returned to his home in Memphis, and gave some syrt 
of parole, by which he protects himself and property. He writes to a friend 
outside of the lines as follows : 

"Dear Vance: Come in and save your property. ESTES." 

Vance answers : 

11 Dear Estes: Come out and save your character. VANCE." 

A BLOODY CHARGE ON A STOVE-PIPE. 

Having had a special but temporary object in view in taking possession of 
Munson's Hill, in Virginia, it was not deemed : necessary to fortify that 
point. But lest the Yankees might harass the troops stationed there, a 
clever artifice was resorted to. A stove-pipe, of the calibre of a largo 
columbiad, was mounted on the brow of the hill, with its innocent mouth 
turned menacingly toward the enemy's lines. The black cylinder was 
espied by some of the Yankee pickets, and its presence forthwith reported 
to McClellan. An aeronaut was ordered to mount his car and ascend to 
serene heights, in order to ascertain the nature of the work which our forces 
had thrown up, and the precise calibre of the gun the pickets had descried. 
In the eyes of the ingenuous balloonist, the stove-pipe seemed a cannon of 



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immense size, and several regiments were ordered to capture the gun and 
dislodge the Confederates. 

Rjo-ht gallantly did the Yankee soldiers rush to the charge. But their 
fears being silenced by the retreat of our troops, in the absence of danger, 
their desire for plunder was inflamed, and before they had gone half-way up 
the hill, they scattered in different directions in quest of booty. The ma- 
rauders mistook the columns they belonged to, and on their way to the main 
body they met, and in their excess of valor, fell upon each other. The 
battle raged fiercely for some minutes, for Yankees are the very people to 
fight Yankees. Obstinately did each contend for the victory, and before the 
blunder was discovered, eight Lincolnites lay low in death, and forty more 
were pierced with bullets. They captured the stove-pipe. 

A GOOD THING FROM BRAGG. 

A correspondent wi'ote : 

"A soldier who had been favored by fortune with the extraordinary good 
luck of having obtained a leave of absence to visit North Carolina, tele- 
graphed General Bragg, commanding the army of Tennessee, that he had 
been married a week, and desired an extension of his furlough. His wish 
was seconded by friends of the general, with but little hope, it is true, of 
succeeding in the darling wish of the darling husband. In the course of 
the day, the loving swain was delighted with the following electric 
response : 

" ' Your leave is extended for thirty days. I refer you to Deuteronomy, 
twentieth chapter and seventh verse, and twenty-fourth chapter and fifth 
verse.' 

" The Bible was instantly called into requisition, and, upon reference, the 
following quotations were developed : 

" And what man is there that hath betrothed a wife and hath not taken 
her ? Let him go and return unto his house, lest he die in the battle and 
another man take her.' — Deuteronomy, twentieth chapter and seventh 
verse. 

" The second reference disclosed : 

" 'When a man hath taken a new wife, he shall not go out to war, neither 
shall he be charged with any business : but he shall be free at home one 
year, and shall cheer up his wife which he has taken.' — Deuteronomy, 
twenty-fourth chapter and fifth verse." 

A NOVEL INTERVIEW. 

As one of Wharton's scouts was riding leisurely along near Laver<me, he 
espied an enemy approaching about sixty yards down the lane. "Who r.-oes 
there 1" he challenged. " Wilder's scout/' was roughly returned. " Who 



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goes there?" "Wharton's scout: "Surrender or die." "Never surrender; 
come on!" But Wharton's scout did not "come on." The truth is, he 
said, that his antagonist was loaded down with six-shooters, and "he was 
never good at the d — d things." There was a pause. Both parties eyed 
each other. "Can't we compromise this thing?" cries Yankee. "No; 
surrender, or I '11 shoot you." " Shoot and be d — d. Never surrender ; 
come on." Pause. Then Wharton's scout exclaimed : " I '11 tell you what 
I '11 do." "What?" "Give me the road, and I '11 let you off." "Done." 
The Yankee turned aside, and our man slowly passed, head erect, as fierce 
as a lion. "Good by." "Good by." And the two rode their ways. 
Wharton's scout considered it a pretty good "get off," when it is taken into 
account that the ground was far into the Yankee lines. He said he was n't 
particular about a fight, and only wanted to save Southern honor. 

GENERAL TOOMBS AND A LAZY SOLDIER. 

Quite an amusing scene occurred near Wafrenton, Virginia. General 
Toombs ordered the "fatigue" to "tote" rails and fill up a bad place in the 
road, when one soldier said he could not tote a rail ; whereupon the general 
dismounted, and told the fellow if he would hold his horse he would do it. 
The man held the horse, and the general shouldered the rail and carried it 
to and threw it across the hole which he had ordered filled. The soldier 
was a large, strapping fellow, and the rebuke the general gave him caused 
peal after peal of laughter, while the man looked as if he would have liked 
to have been in the hole, covered from sight by the rails he " could not 
tote." 

THE TIGERS. 

A good story was "towld" of the gallant Captain Atkins, of Wheat's cele- 
brated battalion. Atkins, who is well known as the " Wild Irishman," 
being six feet two inches in height, and of the Charley O'Malley school, was 
formerly of the British Legion in the army of Italy, where, meeting Colonel 
Wheat, he became so attached to him, that he afterwards came over to this 
country to join him. It was Captain Atkins who led Wheat's battalion at 
Manassas, after the noble Wheat fell wounded, leading the celebrated 
charge of the Louisiana Tigers with a bare shillalah. In the battle in which 
the glorious Wheat fell, Atkins says, on calling the roll of his company the 
next morning, but one man answered to his name. " Shure," says Atkins 
(for thus the story was told us), "that was a sorry report. Divil a man left 
but meself and the one ! Howiver, I immediately proceeded to an election 
of efficers, and the only solitary individual in the ranks was unanimously 
elected first lieutenant. The next day General Dick Taylor, the chip of 
'old Zach,' ses to me : 'Atkins, me boy, I noticed ye\s yesterday; yer men 



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did splendidly.' Did n't they, says I. 'They did,' sez he, 'and desarve pro- 
motion.' Well, then, says I, they 've got it, for ivery mother's son of em 
have been put on the staff of Colonel Wheat in heaven, and the only man 
left was unanimously elected a lieutenant this morning. Wi' that the gen- 
eral orders me to Richmond to fill .up me company with conscripts; so, 
calling me lieutenant, I gave him strict orders as to the discipline to be 
ohsarved in me absence, and left him in charge of the company until me 
return." 

CONFEDERATE FANATICS. 

The captured Yankee officers at Richmond seemed to have a high respect 
for our infantry. One of them remarked that the cavalry-men were not as 
well built nor as courageous as their cavalry; but the infantry were too des- 
perate for them. " For," said he, "when the ragged infantry come upon 
a battery, it is no use to try to hold it. They are going to have it, and if 
Napoleon's men were behind it, they could not stop them. They are crazy 
about batteries." 

LOVERS VERSUS SUBSTITUTES. 

We knew a young lady who was engaged to be married to one who was 
in the army. He suddenly returned home. " Why have you left the 
army ? " she inquired of him. " I have found a substitute," he replied. 
" Well, sir, I can follow your example, and find a substitute too. Good 
morning." And she left him in the middle of the room, a disgraced lover, 
because a disgraced soldier. 

TOBY TRIES HIS GUN. 

Toby is a high private in the first regiment of the Mississippi army. His 
company is armed with the breech-loading Maynard rifle, "warranted to 
shoot twelve times a minute, and to carry a ball effectively sixteen hundred 
yards." Men who fought at Monterey and Buena Vista call the new-fangled 
thing a "pop-gun." To test its efficacy, Toby's captain told the men "they 
must try their guns." In obedience to the command, Toby procured the 
necessary munitions of war, and started with his "pop-gun" for the woods. 
Saw a squirrel up a high tree — took aim — fired. Effects of shot immediate 
and wonderful. Tree effectually topped, and nothing of the squirrel to be 
found, except two broken hairs. "Pop-gun" rose in value— equal to a 
four-pounder. But Toby would n't shoot towards any more trees — afraid of 
being arrested for cutting down other people's timber. Walked a mile and 
a quarter to get sight of a hill. By aid of a small telescope, saw hill in 
distance; saw a large rock on hill; put in a big load; shut both. eyes — fired. 
As suon as breath returned, opened eyes; could see, just could, but could n't 
hear; at least could n't distinguish any sounds; thought Niagara bad broke 



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loose, or all out-doors gone to drum-beating. Determined to see if shot 
hit. Borrowed horse, and started towards hill. After traveling two days 
and nights, reached place ; saw setting sun shining through the hill. 
Knew right away that was where the shot hit. Went closer — stumbled 
over rocky fragments scattered for half a mile in line of bullet. Came to 
hole — knew the bullet hit there, because saw lead on the edges— walked in, 
walked through ; saw teamster on the other side " indulging in profane lan- 
guage;" in fact, " cussin' considerable," because lightning had killed his team. 
Looked as finger directed — -saw six dead oxen in line with hole through 
the mountain ; knew that was the bullet's work, but did n't say so to angry 
teamster. Thought best to be leaving; in consequence, did n't explore path 
of bullet any further; therefore, don't know where it stopped; don't know 
whether it stopped at all ; in fact, rather think it did n't. Mounted horse ; 
rode back through the hole made by bullet; but never told captain a 
word about it ; to tell the truth, was a little afraid he 'd think it a hoax. "It 
is a right big story, boys," said Toby, in conclusion, " but it's true, sure as 
shooting. Nothing to. do with Maynard rifle but load her up, turn her 
north, and pull the trigger ; if twenty of them don't clear out all Yankee- 
dom, then I 'm a liar, that's all." 

SCATHING SATIRE. 

The following mild (?) and philosophic views of Yankee nature, as 
exhibited in their adulations of the Beast, is from the columns of the 
Richmond JExaminer : 

" To the well-regulated mind, the beastly practices of beasts excite no 
disagreeable emotion ; and it is said that the scientific intellect finds a 
world of enjoyment in the contemplation of the disgusting utility of the 
lowest order of creatures. Surely, the feast of the vulture upon carrion is 
not reprehensible, and occasions in the beholder no special wonder, and 
never any animosity against the bird for gratifying his peculiar tastes. So 
the tiger that laps blood, and the beetle that gorges excrement, are but 
Yankees of the animal kingdom, accommodating the wants of nature ; and 
it were folly to impute to them improper motives in partaking of their 
ghastly and sickening repasts. It follows that our feelings towards the peo- 
ple of the North — the scarabaei and vipers of- humanity — should be charac- 
terized neither by rage nor by nausea, but by a fixed, cheerful, Christian 
determination to interpose sufficient obstacles between them and ourselves; 
to curb their inordinate and bloody lusts by such adequate means as natural 
wit suggests; and, as a general thing, to kill them wherever we find them, 
without idle questions as to whether they are reptiles or vermin. A certain 
calmness of mind is requisite to their successful slaughter. The convulsions 
of passion arc out of place when one is merely scalding chinches to death. 



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"The foregoing reflections are suggested, naturally enough, by the account 
in Yankee newspapers of Butler's triumphant progression from New York 
to Washington, and back again to Boston. A great hue and cry has been 
raised at the South because the spawn of Northern cities saw fit to prostrate 
themselves before this new Haynau — this modern Verres — returned from 
his conquests — this Beast emerging from his cave filled with dead men's 
bones. Why this outcry ? Wherefore assail the Brute, clotted with gore, 
or the chimpanzees that danced and chatted at his coming, and beslobbered 
him with praise ? What had this hog-hyena done contrary to his instincts, 
that we should so berate him and his worshippers? He had hung Mum- 
ford. That was true Yankee courage. He had issued a hellish order 
against the ladies of New Orleans. That was unaffected Yankee gallantry. 
He had put the mayor and hundreds of others into dungeons. That was 
the Yankee conception of the proper method of administering the laws of 
' the best Government the world ever saw.' He had banished from the city 
more than twenty thousand people, who refused to perjure themselves by 
taking the oath of allegiance to the United States. That, was the Yankee 
idea of justice: He drove those people off without a change of clothing, 
and with only fifty dollars in money. That was the Yankee idea of human- 
ity. He confiscated property by millions. That was Yankee honesty. He 
supplied the rebels in Texas with munitions of war, and pocketed the pro- 
ceeds of the cotton received in exchange. That was a smart Yankee trick. 
His troops were whipped at Baton Rouge while he was in New Orleans. 
He was never under fire, and never smelt gunpowder, except at Hatteras, 
when the long-range guns of his fleet opened upon a mud fort which had 
no ordnance that could reach him two miles off, and on the strength of this 
he issued an address as pompous as Satan's speech to his legions in the 
bottomless pit. That was making material for Yankee history'. After in- 
flicting innumerable tortures upon an innocent and unarmed people — after 
outraging the sensibilities of civilized humanity by his brutal treatment of 
women and children — after placing bayonets in the hands of slaves — after 
peculations the most prodigious, and lies the most infamous, he returns, 
reeking with crime, to his own people, and they receive him with acclama- 
tions of joy, in a manner that befits him and becomes themselves. Nothing 
is out of keeping; his whole career and its rewards are strictly artistic in 
conception and in execution. 

" He was a thief. A sword that he had stolen from a woman — the niece 
of the brave Twiggs — was presented to him as a reward of valor. He had 
violated the laws of God and man. The law-makers of the United .States 
voted him thanks, and the preachers of the Yankee gospei of blood came to 
him and worshipped him. He had broken into the safes and strong boxes 
<5f merchants. The New York Chamber of Commerce »ave him a dinner. 



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He had insulted women. Tilings in female attire lavished harlot smiles 
upon him. He was a murderer. And a nation of assassins have deified 
him. He is the representative man of a people lost to all shame, to all hu- 
manity, to all justice, all honor, all virtue, all manhood. Cowards by 
nature, thieves upon principle, and assassins at heart, it would be marvelous 
indeed if the people of the North refused to render homage to Benjamin 
Butler, the beastliest, bloodiest poltroon and gick-pocket the world ever 



saw. 



A NOBLE REPLY. 



A Yankee prisoner told General N. Gr. Evans, at Leesburg, that the South 
could not triumph in this war, unless they were prepared to "wade knee 
deep in Northern blood." 

The general replied : " Sir, we shall go breast deep, if necessary ; only 
leave our arms free to cut down our enemies." 

ANECDOTE OF STONEWALL. 

The Richmond correspondent of the Charleston Mnrcury gives the follow- 
ing anecdote of Stoaewall Jackson, the night after the battle of Fredericks- 
burg : 

"On Sunday night, a friend of Old .Stonewall, invited to share his tent, 
turned in about eleven, and wrapped up snugly in the blankets. At one 
o'clock Jackson entered, and just as he was, bran new uniform, boots, spurs, 
and all, pitched into the pallet, was snoring in fifteen minutes, and in fifteen 
more had robbed his friend of all the blankets. After a hard struggle, this 
friend managed to get back enough cover to keep him from freezing — the 
night was very cold — and slept; as he supposed, five minutes. He was 
aroused by Jackson, who sprang up, divested himself of every particle of 
raiment, opened the door of his tent, and went forth in pur is naturalibus. 
He called for his old negro man — the same who knows when a battle is 
going to come off by the fervor of his master's prayers — and made him dash 
over him two large buckets of water, which had been standing in the freez- 
ing air. This done, he returned to the tent, rubbed himself dry with a 
coarse towel, donned his new uniform, and went out to attend to the dispo- 
sition of his forces, fully expecting the attack to begin at daybreak. It was 
then just half-past three; about seven o'clock Jackson woke up his friend, 
and told him to come to breakfast, the Yankees were clean gone." 

HORRID ATROCITY. 

An intelligent negro, who has been within the lines of the enemy on the 
Peninsula, gives a truly horrible account of the atrocities perpetrated in 
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case, which makes the blood run cold. The daughter of one of the most 
prominent citizens (whose name has been given) was seized, disrobed, and 
then whipped by these worse than savages. Her alleged offence was the 
utterance of some "rebel" sentiment that offended the miscreants. Such 
are the scenes which have been inaugurated since the victories of the South 
near Richmond. This is their revenge for a fair defeat in an open field. 

A WESTERN RANGER AND HIS REVENGE. 

During the political canvass of 1860, there appeared a champion of the 
Douglas Democrats in Tennessee, an athletic, hair-brained, go-ahead indi- 
vidual, of ready address and bright mind, .who made much repute as a 
rough-and-tumble occasional elector and orator. When hard knocks and 
sore bones were to be given and received, he was usually chosen as the best 
butt and representative. When an appointment could be filled by none of 
the regular speakers, he was sure to be sent as a proxy for the absentee. 
Especially at the night mass, or the sudden impromptu gathering, was this 
Old Zach of the Douglas men peculiarly felicitous and at home. He knew 
everybody — he was good at local hits — he had the issues all at his fingers' 
ends. Comely, sanguineous, and good-humored — a big, manly voice, and a 
clear, honest eye — he put many an older and abler speaker to the right 
about before the canvass closed. Add that he was one of the first soldiers, 
most zealous partisans, and most efficient organizers when the war began, and 
none, who have had much acquaintance with Tennessee, will mistake the 
portrait tc be other than the redoubtable politician and dauntless guerrilla 
chief— Dick McCann. 

As a captain in Rains' regiment for the first year, and leader of an inde- 
pendent band during half of the second, and afterwards major of cavalry, 
McOann has immortalized himself locally. He is the John Morgan of 
Middle Tennessee. Familiar with every highway, path, and by-way, he 
moves invisibly, and strikes always where least expected. Some of the 
most daring exploits have been done by him. His operations have been 
limited, because his command has been small, but not less useful or bril- 
liant. Always up and doing — always ready, ambitious, and spirited — 
always' full of animal life and vim — always quick-witted, shrewd, and 
courageous — he has illustrated to a nicety the dashing traits which ever 
made him a darling with the mob, and has reenacted his political career 
over the same field, as a military campaigner and soldier. Such is Dick 
McCann. 

Many months ago — immediately succeeding a superb raid of his up to the 
very breastworks of Nashville — he was outlawed by a Federal proclamation: 
Under this (one of the bloodiest documents of the war) " his premises, out- 
houses, fences, and crops, and all things pertaining to the same" (as read 



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the order), were " remanded to the proper authorities, to be destroyed by 
fire." The order was obeyed to the letter. A regiment (the Thirty-Second 
Illinois, Colonel Moore) marched out to the place, and deliberately executed 
each detail, leaving a once fair farm a heap of charring ruins. 

McCann wrote to Kosecranz : "Burn and be d — d; but if I don't give 
you and your officers who do so h — 1, my name 's not Dick McCann." His 
boast has not been idle. For months, cold and wet, early and late, he has 
been seen in his saddle, flying, with his little battalion of picked men, from 
point to point, and many a Yankee has paid the bitter penalty of his com- 
mander's folly. Some time since, however, Major Dick performed the 
crowning act. 

Gathering his clan, he left Unionville, thirteen miles out of Shelbyville, 
at sunset. He pushed, by roads best known to himself, to the left of Mur- 
f'reesboro', until he reached Antioch. This is a depot nine miles out of 
Nashville, on the Chattanooga railroad. Here he waited for dawn, and the 
out train of cars. Both came in season — the one loaded with mist and rain, 
the other with a regiment of Federal troops. From -a copse some distance 
off, McCann and his party fired two round volleys. The engineer was 
killed; several blue-coats rolled down the embankment; the whistle blew 
shrilly and long, and, after much confusion, the cars stopped. Too late ! too 
late ! McCann and his one hundred riding men were off, off to the woods, 
where let them follow that dare. 

The cars went no further than Lavergne that day. One of McCann's 
men slipped thither in disguise, and spent the night.- He reported the cas- 
ualties at forty-two killed and sixty-seven wounded. 

"rebellious. 

The Chattanooga (Tennessee) Rebel perpetrated the following : 
" Pat dreamed that the immortal spirit of Stonewall Jackson knocked at 
the gates of Paradise. 

" 'Who comes there?' inquired the good St. Peter. 

" 'Jackson,' was the reply. 

"< What Jackson ?' 

" < Stonewall !' 

" 'Come in; bully for you.' " 

" Those people who have a great deal to say about being ready to shed 
their last drop of blood, are amazin' particular about the first drop." 

"The personal attendant of a general is called aid-de-camp; but the staff 
officer who runs at the first fire is only a de-camper " 
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NOT DRUNK. 



A correspondent of the Richmond Dispatch, speaking of General Jack- 
son, related the following : 

"He is said to be, under ordinary circumstances, inclined to take 'cat 
naps/ and before and during the battles around Richmond, he took little 
regular slumber. One evening, as he was riding with a single companion, 
he was observed to be asleep, and to be nodding. His companion wondered, 
but did not wake him. Presently they passed a man lying on the road-side, 
who cried out: 'Hellow, where did that man get his liquor?' This woke 
Jackson, who said : 'Well, I think I 'd better keep awake now.' ; ' 

GENERAL EWELL STRUCK IN THE BATTLE OE GETTYSBURG. 

During the battle of Gettysburg, General Ewell, reining in his horse, and 
calling one of his aids to him, said: "I have been struck, assist me to 
alight." 

Having helped him from his horse, the aid inquired where the general 
had been hit. 

"Here," said General Ewell, pointing to his wooden leg; "I '11 trouble 
you to hand me my other leg." 

The fractured artificial limb having been removed, and a fresh one put on 
in its place, the brave old general remounted his horse, and again rode to 
the front. 

A COUNCIL OF WAR. 

"Dixie," of the Jackson Appeal, told the following: 

"Here is a good story of Old Stonewall, for the accuracy of which I do 
not vouch, though it came to me directly from the camp. The night after 
the battle, a council of war was held by General Lee, to which all his gen- 
erals of distinction were invited. General Jackson slept throughout the 
proceedings, and upon being awaked and asked for his opinion, curtly said : 
'Drive 'em in the river, drive 'em in the river.' " 

HOW DID HE DIE? 

A doting father, as he was riding into Savannah from the country, after 
the first battle of Manassas, was met by a messenger, who reported to him 
the sad news of the death of a favorite son. "How and where did he die?" 
was the instant interrogatory. " Under Beauregard, at Manassas, fighting 
against odds two to one," was the reply. "And how went the day?" was 
immediately ejaculated. "The enemy were routed and put to iii."ht," was 
the response. " Thank God !" said the father; "I am satisfied, then; I 
give up my boy." 



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WILLIE P. MANGUM. 

One of the most interesting incidents of the first battle of Manassas 
was related of Willie P Mangum, Jr., son of ex-Senator Mangum, of 
North Carolina. The young man was attached to Colonel Fisher's regi- 
ment, and owed the preservation qf his life to a copy of the Bible pre- 
sented to him by his sister. He had the good book in his left breast 
coat pocket. It was struck by a ball near the edge, but the book changed 
the direction of the bullet, and it glanced off, inflicting a severe but not 
dangerous flesh wound. The book was saturated with blood, but the ad- 
vice written on a fly-leaf by the sister who gave it, was perfectly legible. 
It read thus : " To my brother. He will read a portion of this blessed 
Word every day, and remember his sister." 

GENERAL JOE JOHNSTON TURNS SHOEMAKER. 

An officer, while riding by the quarters of the general one day, with a sad- 
dle on his back, inquired of a person standing by if he knew where to direct 
him to a shoemaker. " There is one," was the waggish answer, pointing at 
the same time to Johnston, who was in citizens' clothes. Onward strode 
the interrogator, until he reached the general. He then threw down the 
saddle, and, looking sternly at the general, with his hands in his pockets, 
gave the word of command : " That saddle must be ready in one hour, sir." 
He then turned to depart. " Hold !" said Johnston. " What did you 
observe?" "I said, have that saddle ready in an hour," responded Captain 
Obstreperous. "Do you know who I am?" "Yes; you are a shoemaker, 
and I want you to hurry up, too." " I am General Johnston, sir," shouted 
the commander. In another moment the saddle was picked up, and the 
captain in retreat. "Halt!" shouted the general; "who told you I was a 
shoemaker?" "An officer, sir — I do n't know his name." Then leave the 
saddle, and return in an hour, precisely." He heard,, and he obeyed. In one 
hour the saddle was mended, and in his possession. "Now, captain," said 
the general, " endeavor to serve your country as I have endeavored to oblige 
you, and depart." Such is the man who makes heroes and patriots out of 
his soldiers. 

CAMP FUN. 

The Richmond Whig had a correspondent in Jackson's corps, who fur- 
nished the following specimen of soldiers' wit : 

" It is when idle in camp that the soldier is a great institution— yet one 
that must be seen to be appreciated. Pen cannot fully paint the air of 
cheerful content, hilarity, irresponsible lounging, and practical spirit of 
jesting that ' obtains,' ready to seize on any odd circumstance in its licensed 
levity. 



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"A ' cavalry-man ' comes, rejoicing in immense top-boots, for which, in 
fond pride, he had invested fully forty dollars of pay; at once the cry 
from an hundred voices follows him along the line : ' Come up out'er them 
boots; come out; too soon to go into winter quarters. I know you 're in 
thar; 1 sec your arms stickin' out.' A bumpkin rides by in an uncom- 
monly big hat, and is frightened at the shout: 'Come down out'er that hat! 
Come down ; 't aint no use to say you aint up thar ; I see your legs hangm' 
out.' A fancy staff officer was horrified at the irreverent reception of his 
nicely-twisted moustache, as he heard from behind innumerable trees: 'Take 
them mice out'er your mouth; take 'cm out; no use to say they aint thar, 
sec their tails hangm' out!' Another, sporting immense whiskers, was urged 
to ' come out'er that bunch of liar. I know you 're in thar; I see your ears 
a workin' ' Sometimes a rousing cheer is heard in the distance. It is 
explained : 'Boys, look out; here comes Old Stonewall, or an old hare, one 
or t' ether;' they being about the only individuals who invariably bring 
down the house." 

SCENE IN A HOSPITAL, 

Lady (at thG bed-side of a sick soldier). " How d' yc do ? Is there any- 
thing you want?" 

Soldier (curtly). " No, I believe not." 

Lady. " Is there nothing I can do for you V 

Soldier. " No, I think not." 

Lady. " Oh, I do want to do something for you. Can't I wash your 
hands and face ?" 

Soldier " Well, if you want to right bad, I reckon you can ; but if you 
do, you will be the fourteenth lady who has done so this morning." 

THE ARMY SIGNAL CORI>S AT NEW ORLEANS — HOW MESSAGES ARE COMMU- 
NICATED NOVEL WAY OF CONCEALING DESPATCHES CURIOUS SIGNS. 

Though the signal corps 1 is a regular and important arm of the military 
service, few persons know of its uses and objects. The following from the 
New Orleans correspondence in a Northern paper, of the signal corps in that 
department, will give some interesting information on a subject of which 
very little is known outside its own members : 

" The signal corps department connected with this division of the army in 
Louisiana, is a well-regulated, well-instructed, and most efficient arm of the 
service. The system of signalizing now in use in the service, originated 
with Major Myer, an officer of the regular army, and is probably the most 
complete and thorough code of the kind, and for the purpose intended, now 
extant in any country. By this method of signalizing, messages can be 
read through the telescope at the distance of twenty to twenty-five miles. 



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Despatches can be sent in the sole of the carrier's boot, in the hair of his 
head, or in the stitches of his coat or breeches, and that, too, without the 
scrape of pen or slip of paper; indeed, the carrier himself is as ignorant of 
the code, and of the interpretation of the message he carries, as the rebels 
would be into whose hands he might chance to fall, or whose prisoner he 
might become. Not a single line, or sentence, or word, could he, or they, 
or both united, ever make out. None can read or decipher the messages, 
or understand the signals, but those familiar with the code, and none but 
the most reliable of commissioned officers (and these, even, are sworn under 
penalty of death should they divulge the secret, either to friend or enemy), 
are ever taught it. Another safeguard thrown around the system is, that* 
it is all unwritten. The instruction is oral, without books or written teach- 
ing. The knowledge of the art cannot be gobbled or pilfered, and thus 
rendered subservient to the armies of the enemy. 

" On the battle-field, flags are generally used in transmitting messages 
from point to point and from station to station, throughout the whole line, 
and these little tell-tales of discomfort to the enemy are looked upon by the 
generals with feelings of intense bitterness, hence the extraordinary efforts 
of his sharpshooters to pick off the signal-officer from his eyrie or keen 
lookout. 

"At the battle of Napoleonville, several officers of the signal-party had 
their horses shot under them, and during the engagement several others 
were wounded. In dense fogs or storms, when flags are not available, mes- 
sages can be sent by sound of cannon, muskets, drums, or other noises, 
intelligent to the signal-officer, and as readily distinguished as other signs of 
the code; and besides those above described, there may be other methods of 
transmitting messages and conveying intelligence of an enemy's movements, 
not here enumerated. 

" In the department of the Gulf there are permanent stations for signal- 
izing — at New Orleans, Algiers, Camp Parapet, and the United States bar- 
racks, six miles belew the city, on the left bank of the Mississippi, a short 
distance from the old battle-ground of General Jackson, and where the 
English General Packcnham was killed in the war of 1812. 

" The face of the country in this part of the State is so very flat, that sig- 
nal stations have to be erected upon the roofs of houses and the tons of 
large trees. The lookout at Camp Parapet is fifty feet from the ground, 
and is built in the top of a giant oak, near to the levee, or river's bank, and 
connects directly with a station upon the top of the custom-house at New 
Orleans, where General Butler has his headquarters, and from which at any 
moment he can send or receive despatches, as the circumstances may require. 
This lookout consists of two stagings, the one from six to seven feet above 
the other. Upon the lower stage is placed a telescope, so adjusted as to 



110 GLEANINGS FROM 

take the exact line of the custom-house, and remains there a permanent fix- 
ture. There is also upon this first stage a firm seat for the signal-officer, 
and from which he issues his orders and sends or receives his despatches. 
Upon the upper stage the flag, or light, or whatever signal may be used, is 
placed, under the care of some experienced operator, who knows the sign 
and motions of the torch or the flag which he handles in obedience to the 
signal-officer upon the stage below, but who does not know a single word of 
the message or the information which his motions and waves and other ges- 
tures tell out to the station at headquarters. The watchmen at the stations 
are relieved at intervals of from two to four hours, and the penalty for 
neglect of duty or sleeping on the post is as severe as in any other part of 
the service." 

OUR CAVALRY IN PENNSYLVANIA. 

Our soldiers helped themselves to fresh horses of the Dutch farmers in 
Pennsylvania as they went along. A correspondent of the A T ew York Tri- 
bune describes how it was clone : 

" The performances of the rebel cavalry are as shrewd as they are dash- 
ing. They could not be more correctly posted if they had exact inventories 
of every pound of horse-flesh in the country. They order the farmers to 
bring out their steeds forthwith. Nothing less than true statements avail. 
' It is a military necessity,' they say, ' and they are sorry for it ;' but mental 
reservations are of no use. ' Smith, you have ten horses, here are only 
eight.' 'Jones, where 's the roan mare— I do n't see her here.' Miss Mar- 
tha had ridden the roan mare to meeting. They were sorry to annoy Miss 
Martha, but the roan mare must have a chance for glory. They call all the 
blacksmiths from their devotions, and irreverently improvise a sort of horse- 
shoeing tournament. Everywhere there are scenes of rollicking bravado 
mixed with humor. 'A short life and a merry one/ Messieurs les 
Butternuts." 

A LAUGHABLE MISTAKE. 

A correspondent of the Chattanooga Rebel told the following on an 
honorable M. C. : 

"At Khoxville, my exceedingly good-looking and urbane friend, Hon. 
Wm. Gr. Swann, was hurrying on to the railroad station to bid adieu to a lady 
friend, who was on the eve of her departure to a Southern city. When he 
had neared the depot, and at the moment when his glance met that of the 
lady in question, two stalwart men, William Murphy and Zeke G-illam, of 
liucker's peripatetic 'body-snatchers,' accosted him : 

" ' Well,' said one of them, '< you can't make the trip this time ; we want 
you up at Colonel Blake's, where they provide quarters for conscripts.' 



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" ' Ah !' answered the smiling Congressman, ' I am the representative 
from this District in the Confederate States Congress.' 

" ' You can't come that game/ said G-illam ; ' we have already sent to the 
camp of destruction upwards of fifteen bona fitly Congressmen/ 

" 'Well, but I 'm not joking,', said Mr. Swann. 

" ' Nor are we/ said Rucker's men. ' You must march.' 

"A distinguished lawyer and a great railway king came to the rescue of 
the Congressman. All without avail — Mr. Swann traveled to headquarters, 
more than a mile, was there identified, and dismissed. 

"He hardly knew whether to laugh or swear as he moved himself down 
the street. He would indulge a sort of smile now and then, but instantly 
would clench his fist and stamp his foot, when he reflected on the disap- 
pointment to which he had been subjected at the depot, by the operation of 
that pet measure of his, the Conscript Act." 

THE ABOLITION OUTRAGES ON CATHOLIC CHURCHES AND 3IINISTERS. 

The New York Freeman's Journal, after referring to the outrages commit- 
ted by the Yankees upon Catholic churches and ministers, at Jacksonville, 
Florida, Jackson, Mississippi, and Parkersburg and Martinsburg, Virginia, 
recited the following : 

But a deeper cry of anguish reaches us from Louisiana. A gentleman 
of New Orleans, a devoted Catholic, writing to bid us farewell on the eve 
of his quitting that city, furnishes us with the following facts, which our 
correspondent assures us cannot be discredited : 

"After jbhe Hartford and Albatros had passed Port Hudson, the crew of 
the Hartford, Admiral Farragut's flag-ship, landed at Point Coupee, some 
twenty-five miles above Baton. Rouge. They commenced to plunder the 
place, and assaulted the Catholic church. The church is in the midst of 
the old parish grave-yard. The monuments there erected to the memory of 
the dead were broken and defaced, and much wanton damage committed. 
Father Mittlebron's house was then visited — he being absent at another 
station. All that they thought of sufficient value was carried off, and the 
rest of his movables broken or destroyed. Next they broke into the 
church, overthrew the tabernacle, and took from it the vessels they found 
there. This was not enough. The Blessed Host was scattered on the 
ground, while these monsters called out for the Catholics ' to come and look 
at their Cod!' One seized the Benediction Veil, exclaiming, 'this will be 
a nice blanket for my horse, when I get one.' 

" Some of the Catholics of the parish entered complaints to Amiral Far- 
ragut. His reply was: 'It is well for you it was not the crew of the other 
vessel, or you would have fared worse!' One of his officers remarked: 
1 Good enough for the damned secesh rebels.' 



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"Soldiers of a Massachusetts regiment, aboard the same vessel, were 
meantime busying themselves at another poor little Catholic chapel, at 
Shenale, a short distance away, also in charge of Father Mittlebron. In 
its neighborhood they intercepted the good priest, and demanded of him 
the horses he was driving. As he refused, they seized the horses, ar- 
rested him, and finally transported him to Baton Rouge, where he was 
imprisoned ten days. At the end of this time they put him on a dry 
bluff in the middle of a. crevasse, with two negroes and a barrel of pork and 
a barrel of biscuit, telling him to 'wait there till the rebels came for him!' 
This little island was swarming with alligators and poisonous snakes. Never- 
theless, after three days, he found means to escape, and reach his desolated 
home." 

CHASED BY LADIES. 

We were driving Sedgwick's infidels across Banks' Ford, when a Yankee 
officer '"was seen making his way through the streets of Fredericksburg, 
where we had no troops at the time, in order to gain*the opposite side of 
the river. A number of ladies, standing on a porch at the time, saw the 
runaway, and cried out "stop him, stop him;" when Miss Phillippa Barbour, 
a niece of Colonel Phil. Barbour, of Virginia, with a number of other 
ladies, gave chase, and ran the Yankee officer nearly down, who, convulsed 
with laughter at the sport, and the idea of being pursued by ladies, be- 
came nearly exhausted, and gave up on being hemmed in at the corner of 
a garden fence ! The ladies took him prisoner, and' locked him up in a 
room until our troops again entered the city. 

LIKE TO HAVE SPOKEN TOO LATE. 

The Chattanooga Rebel related the following as having occurred in that 
city : t 

As one of the hospital wagons was proceeding slowly toward the grave- 
yard, the other day, with a load of coffins, the driver was disturbed in his 
chant (he was whistling "Dixie" to the time of a dead-march) by a rattle 
in his rear. He turned and looked in trepidation upon the long, narrow 
boxes. Rap! Rap! The reins fell from his hand. Thump! Thump! 
Then a voice cried out: "Hallo ! ho, there !" Driver was sorely frightened, 
and replied: " What's the matter ? Can't you rest quietly and peaceably ? 
What's the use of takin' it so hard for ?" "But I 'm not dead!" returned 
the voice, making a desperate effort, and wrenching out two screws from the 
lid. " The devil you say !" "No, I'm not, let me out of this." "Oh, go 
along! You'd better be quiet, wc '11 be there presently." " Be where?" 
" Why, to the grave." Another prodigious plunge, and three more screws 
out. Lid by this time half off, and one arm and part of a leg protruded. 



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"Oh, Lord!" roared the terrified driver, "do n't, they'll lay the whole of it 
to me." "Well, let me out then." The driver cracked his whip, the 
horses dashed forward, and away went the dead, and the semi-dead, and the 
would n't-be-dead at all, at a gallop, the coffin of the obstreperous corpse 
creaking, and rocking* to and fro, and the voice of its inmate crying, 
"Wait till I get out o' here, and if I don't give you — !" At length the 
grave-yard was reached, where the poor fellow was relieved by the workmen 
and sextons present. He was full of fight and swore roundly against the 
"darned rascal that wanted to bury him, dead or alive," but on explanation 
and expostulation, he agreed to be pacified, and rode back to town sitting 
upright in his own coffin. He recovered, and returned to his command. 

SCENES ON THE RAPPAHANNOCK. 

While the two armies were confronting each other at Fredericksburg, 
many pleasing incidents occurred between the pickets stationed along the 
Rappahannock, the distance from each other being less than two hundred 
yards. A correspondent wrote thus of those scenes : 

Two of our privates went over the other day, as I am informed, and took 
dinner with the commissioned officers on the post ; and two of the Yankees 
came paddling across the river while I was present. Their great anxiety 
is to obtain tobacco ; and a -plug or two laid on a small board, with a paper 
sail stuck in it to waft it over the Rubicon, will invariably bring back 
coffee, sugar, or anything else they have to exchange. A paper held up at 
any time will bring a dozen men flying down to the river bank, each with a 
Herald, Tribune) Harper's Weekly, Frank Leslie's Illustrated, or some lesser 
light of the newspaper firmament, each anxious for a barter. Of course, in 
these interviews many sharp and funny things are said, but the best of 
feelings apparently prevail, and, by the Yankees especially, are sought to be 
cultivated. 

Not long ago one of our men, an Alabama lawyer, cried out to his neigh- 
bor opposite : 

"I say, Yank, when are you coming over again ? " 

" Look here, ' butternut,' ' simmer down ' on that point; we do n't want'er 
come at all." 

" Why, did n't we treat you well ?" was the rejoinder — " did n't we give 
you a ball?" 

" Yes," shouted the Yankee, " but you led us a of a dance. What 

time does your music play in ? " 

" Bull Run time," was the prompt reply — " in C sharps for our side, and 
B flats for your's." 

" Bully for you — whoop — I say, < Corn fed/ I '11 stand treat if I see you 
after the war." 
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114 GLEANINGS PKOM 

" Do n't want'er see ycr — seen enough of you already." 

" Gro to ," (and the worsted Yankee mentioned a hot place.) 

" Sorry I can't accommodate you," said the Southerner; " but old Satan 

has sent word to General Lee that the place was so full of Yankees already 

they have to hang on by the window-sills, and he won't take in Southern 

men no how." 
'Such is one of the thousand interviews which the " voice of the waters," 

could it speak, would tell of this strange phase of the war. 

A MILITARY EXECUTION. 

A correspondent of the Charleston Courier, writing from Kinston, North 
Carolina, thus described a military execution : 

"The mournful cortege, consisting of a rude wagon drawn by a pair of 
mules, a sad-looking prisoner, with his hands tied behind him, and a dozen 
troopers as a guard, passed through the streets, and soon gathered in its 
train a motley crowd of black and white, wbo followed in procession to the 
place of execution. 

" The name of the culprit was Michael Bryant, of the Sixty-Third Reg- 
iment of North Carolina cavalry; his age, about thirty-six; and his offence, 
desertion — not, however, to the ranks of the enemy. Arrested, he was duly 
tried by a court-martial, and it being necessary that an example should be 
made to check a growing evil in the army, he was sentenced to be ' shot to 
death.' It was not until the morning of his execution that the poor fellow 
became aware of the day or hour that was to terminate his career, but he 
had evidently been preparing for the crisis, and when the fact was an- 
nounced, it fell upon a heart nerved to brave death, come in what shape it 
might. This composure never left him. 

" Reaching the place of execution, which was in a field adjoining the 
encampment of his old command, the cortege halted in front of an ominous- 
looking black coffin, behind which was a stake. The guard alighted, and 
the prisoner, strong and buoyant, as if he was the least among the actors of 
the drama, also leaped lightly from the vehicle, and took his seat upon the 
narrow box that was so soon to enclose him forever. An officer then 
advanced and bound him by the arms firmly, with his back to the stake. I 
now had an opportunity of observing the prisoner more closely. He was 
clad in an every-day suit of citizens' clothes, with his pantaloons carelessly 
tucked in the top of his boots, and as he sat there, watching the prepara- 
tions for the tragedy, looking upon the faces of his old comrades, with 
whom he had been associated in camp and field, alone and helpless, with 
the agony of death so near, and eternity already opening to his vision, the 
acutest observer would have failed to detect the faintest indications of 



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tremor on his person. Stern, strong, calm as a statue, he waited until the 
regiment, on foot, was filed into position before him. 

"After a lapse of five or six minutes, came the squad of twelve, who were 
to act as his executioners, and stood twelve paces distant. The adjutant of 
the regiment then advanced, and read the verdict of the court-martial. 
This done, one of the guard approached to tie a handkerchief over the face 
of the prisoner. Then, for the first time, did I notice anything in his 
bearing which seemed to indicate that he was not already totally dead to 
feeling. A glance of his eyes to the heavens, as if he was invoking Divine 
mercy, a barely perceptible change of countenance, and an expression of 
unutterable sadness, told of a fearful struggle that was going on within. A 
moment's pause, and the officer in command, in a low tone, gave the order : 
'Ready, aim (twelve rifles, six with blank cartridges, were bearing on the 
prisoner's heart, and the click of the twelve triggers left but a second 
between life and death), fire !' 

" Hardly had the smothered word issued from«the lips, when the body of 
the unfortunate man, pierced by six balls, shrunk convulsively from the 
shook, the head dropped upon the breast, and a deep sigh told of an ebbing 
life. The surgeon of the regiment now advanced to feel the pulse, and at 
the same instant the colonel exclaimed : 'Attention !' Half a minute had 
already elapsed, but at that word the dying man raised iris bandaged head, 
and, as if he was peering through the darkness to take a long, last look at 
the fading world, slowly turned it from side to side ; then dropping it upon 
his breast, it rested there for several seconds, while the awe-stricken specta- 
tors looked on with a silence that was disturbed only by the rustling wind. 
Again it arose and fell, and again and again, until finally the short, spas- 
modic gasps, succeeded by a death-like repose, showed that the soul of the 
deserter had returned to the God who gave it. 

" On examining the body, I found that one ball had entered at the base 
of the neck, two the left, and three the right side. The coffin was then 
opened, the body enclosed, and, in half an hour, all that remained of 
Michael Bryant was six feet under ground." 

"fob three years or during the war." 

The Charleston correspondent of the Mobile Register told the following 
story of a private in the ranks of one of the South Carolina regiments at 
Charleston : 

"It seems that a jolly Irish lad took it into his head to enlist a neat piece 
of calico for the term of 'three years or during the war.' ' Well,' says he, 
'Maggie, what do ye's say? Could yc's stand soldiers' rations for three 
years or durin' the war?' 



116 GLEANINGS FROM 

" 'Faith, I could,' said Maggie; and so they both went to the priest, and 
were married. After the ceremony was concluded, Pat said to the priest: 
'Mind ye, this contract is but for three years or durin' the war!' 'No, 
no,' said the priest, ' it 's for life and forever.' l Devil a bit,' replied Pat, 
pulling a paper from his pocket, ' here is the contract between me and 
Maggie yonder, and it reads, according to her consent, that she enlists as 
my wife jist for three years or durin' the war, and not a day longer !' And 
Pat rushed off with his three years' bride, leaving the priest in utter 
amazement." 

AN INCTDENT OF THE SIEGE OF I'ORT HUDSON. 

The Natchez Courier published the following: 

"At a charge of our men on the Federal cotton hreast- works — when they 
took, burnt, and spiked the enemy's guns — it is said fifteeen Confederates 
were taken prisoners. The guard took them before General Banks, who 
said : ' They are men too brave to be my prisoners ; conduct them to Gen- 
eral Gardner, and say to him, for humanity's sake, to surrender his works, 
and stop this effusion of blood.' The' prisoners were accordingly conducted 
to General Gardner, who, having the like number of Federals within his 
works, immediately ordered their release, allowed them to inspect the whole 
of his fortifications, and then directed them to be conducted by his guard to 
the Federal line, with this injunction : ' Tell General Banks that you have 
inspected all of my defences; you know their strength; and, for the sake of 
humanity, request him to give up further contest, and save the further 
effusion of blood in his army." 

THE INCORRIGIBLE JOKERS. 

The Yankees are determined to have their fun, if their leaders arc afraid 
to fight On the 1st of April, 1863, between four thousand and five thou- 
sand of them landed near Pocotaligo (South Carolina), and, with an air of 
boldness that augured something terrible, took up the line of march inland. 
General Evans, hearing of the movement, immediately dispatched four reg- 
iments to engage them, and dispute their passage. On coming in sight, the 
Yankees were found in full retreat to their boats, but a tall pole had been 
stuck in the ground at the turning point, and on it inscribed, in large letters, 
"April fool." 

dr. warren stone, of new orleans. 

All the world knows old Dr. Warren Stone. He is celebrated for his 
great surgical skill, as well as for his greatness of heart, independence of 
character, and devotion to the South. This truly great man was selected 
by Brute Butler as a "shining mark," upon which to cast his venom. He 



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was accordingly arrested, and. brought into the presence of the tyrant. The 
doctor walked up to Butler, without waiting to be asked, and said, in an 
abrupt, curt manner : " Here I am, General, and I want to know what I am 
arrested for." Butler looked at the doctor from head to foot, and said, con- 
temptuously : " I had you arrested because you are a great rebel, and the 
influence of such a man as you are is dangerous to the community. I shall 
send you to Fort Jackson, to get you out of my way." The old doctor 
looked steadily into the repulsive, -crooked eye's of his wicked enemy, as he 
indignatly replied : " Great rebel, hey ? You '11 send me to Fort Jackson, 
hey ? I glory in being a great rebel ; you can send me to Fort Jackson, 
and be damned." When about to be sent on board the boat that was to 
convey him to the fort, Dr. Stone was informed that if he would pay & fine 
of five hundred dollars he could avoid going down ; but the old patriot 
scornfully retorted : "Tell General Butler that it seems to be a matter of" 
dollars with him, but it is a matter of principle with me, and I would not 
give him five cents ! " No man in the community was more beloved and ad- 
mired than Dr. Stone, and as soon as it became known to his friends that 
he could be relieved on paying a fine, they sent the money to Thief Butler, 
and the noble old man was released. 

A CANDID WITNESS. 

A correspondent of the Milwaukie News, writing from Arkansas, gave 
some very strong testimony as to the influence and result of Yankee med- 
dling and effects on the condition and prospects of the negro. He said : 

With no one to care for them, without food, clothes, or medicine, they 
sicken and die here by the hundreds — freed at last. Back of General 
Washburn's headquarters, but a short distance, is a peach-orchard, the little 
graves iu rows so close that one can hardly step between them. Here, about 
two feet under the ground, are over a thousand dead negroes, and day after 
day others, who have starved to death, are being added to the nameless list. 
And there are a dozen negro grave-yards in Helena, each being rapidly 
filled with beings who were once happy and contented, in health and cared 
for, of use to themselves and the world. 

A SOUTHERN BADY's BROTHER MURDERED FOR PROTECTING HER FROM 

INSULT. 

We found the following in the Baltimore American: 

" A lady entered General Viele's headquarters to obtain from him a pass 
to go to Suffolk, to see some friends and relatives residing there. General 
Viele received her with his usual politeness, but suddenly noticing that she 
wore the Confederate colors prominently, in the shape of a brooch, mildly 
suggested that it would, perhaps, have been in better taste to come to his office 



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without such a decoration. 'I have a right, sir, to consult my own wishes 
as to what I shall wear.' -'Then, madam,' replied the general, 'permit me 
to claim an equal right in choosing with whom I shall converse ;' and the 
dignified lady had to withdraw from his presence. Subsequently, the proud 
daughter of Secessia returned to the general's oiEce without the offensive 
brooch, and, making a slight apology for her indecorous conduct on a for- 
mer occasion, reiterated her request for a pass, which was promptly filled up 
and handed to her. 

"The lady proceeded to Suffolk, and, after visiting her friends, she very 
injudiciously walked around among the provost guard of National troops, 
wearing the brooch above mentioned in a very conspicuous portion of her 
dress. The attention of the soldiers was at once attracted to the emblem, 
much to the gratification of the giddy girl. A very polite and gallant 
officer, of the Thirteenth New York, accosted her at once, and told her it 
would be better for her to remove the brooch out of sight, or it might cause 
a difficulty, but the young lady heeded not the admonition. Passing along, 
she was met by a soldier, who told her she must not wear the ' Stars and 
Bars' now, as it was nothing but an emblem of weakness and evacuation. 
She said to the soldier that she would not remove the brooch for any Yan- 
kee hireling; whereupon the soldier snatched the hated brooch from the 
girl's bosom, and removing the colors, he handed the golden bauble back to 
its owner. Some citizens observing the act, fell upon the soldier, and were 
belaboring him pretty badly, when he drew his bayonet from his scabbard, 
and striking one of the attacking party several blows, he felled him to the 
earth, and injured him so badly that it was feared he would not recover. 
The injured man was the silly girl's brother." 

A TOMBSTONE HARANGUE. 

A correspondent of the Richmond Examiner, writing from Winchester, 
related the following occurrence during the time the Yankees were in pos- 
session of that place : 

On Sabbath morning notices were sent around to the pastors of the dif- 
ferent churches, to the purport that there would be divine service that 
evening in the cemetery lot of the town. The ministers, supposing it to be 
the occasion of the funeral of some citizen, aud not knowing the source 
from whence it emanated, read out the notices to their . congregations. A 
large number of persons assembled, when, instead of a funeral sermon, a 
miscreant, in the shape of an abolition preacher, mounted a tombstone, and 
commenced his discourse in this strain : 

" My colored friends, hearken unto me. You are the children of Israel, 
and we come to give you freedom. You are oppressed, and we come to 
deliver you from your thraldom. I stand in Moses' shoes, and President 



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Lincoln stands in Jesus Christ's shoes. Jesus Christ was a very good sort 
of a man, but he did n't make the sin of slavery plain enough." 

At this point in his remarks the disciple of abolition was set upon by the 
white citizens present, who threatened to mob him unless he took himself 
off, which he did. 

HOW TO OBEY ORDERS. 

When the Sixteenth Mississippi Regiment was quartered at Corinth, the 
guard around their encampment received all sorts of complicated instruc- 
tions, some of which were forgotten as soon as delivered, while others were 
rigidly adhered to by the sentinels. 

On one occasion, George Wood, of the Adams Light Guard, was in- 
structed by the corporal of his relief not to permit any private soldier to 
cross the lines, unless accompanied by a commissioned officer ; nor was he 
to permit any cakes, candies, fresh pork, fruit, or whisky to enter the lines, 
upon any pretence whatever. 

"I b'lieve I 've got 'em all," said George. "Let me see : nary soldier to 
go across the lines on his own hook, that 's one ; no cakes, that 's two ; can- 
dies, is three; fresh pork, is four; fruit, is five; and whisky makes up the 
half dozen. All right, corporal, you can toddle." 

George had walked his beat but a few moments, when an immense porker 
came grunting along, evidently well satisfied with his prospects of obtaining 
a good breakfast from the garbage lying about the camp. He by-and-by 
approached close to the lines, when George suddenly shouted : 

"Halt!" 

A significant grunt was the only response from his porcine friend, who 
still came nearer. 

"Halt! I say, yelled George, ef you don't I'll be dad blamed ef I don't 
shoot." 

The pig steadily advanced, when bang went George's musket, and down 
dropped the porker, as dead as a nail. 

The colonel, who was enjoying his late paper a few feet off, started up at 
the report of the musket, and exclaimed : 

" How dare you, sir, discharge your musket without orders ? Call the 
borporal of the guard." 

"Corporal of the guard, post No. 9 ! The d — 1 to pay here, on my line !" 
ihouted George. 

"Arrest that man," said the colonel, as the corporal made his appearance. 

"Well, that's nice," rejoined George; "to arrest a fellow for obeying 
irders is tight papers." 

" I niver gave yeez any orthers to do the like," said the corporal. 



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" The deuce you did n't," replied George ; " hold on, here. Did n't you 
tell me not to let any soldier cross the linos, without being accompanied by 
an officer ?" 

" I did, av coorse !" 

" Did n't you tell me not to let any cakes come into the lines 1" 

" Thrue for yees !" 

" How about candies V 

" That 's all right !" 

" Then there was fruit ?" 

" Yis !" 

" Whisky ?" 

" Niver allowed I" 

" And fresh pork !" yelled George. " You do n't 'spose I was going to 
let that hog pass my line do you, when I knew it was against orders. 
When you catch me on post, you can bet your life I 'm thar ! I obey 
orders, I do, alius !" 

The colonel burst into a roar of laughter, and ordered the sentinel to 
resume his duty. The injunction against, admitting fresh pork over the 
lines was for the time being laid aside. 

A CASS OP YANKEE BARBARITY. 

Among the thousand acts of barbarity practiced by the Yankee invaders 
in Virginia, none have exceeded the murder of Mrs. George E. Smith, at 
Suffolk, a full account of which we took from the Petersburg Express : 

" Mr. Smith resided about one mile from the town, a well-to-do farmer, 
having around him an interesting family, the eldest one, a gallant young 
man, in the Sixteenth Virginia Regiment. When General Longstreet in- 
vested Suffolk, a sharp artillery and infantry skirmish took place near Mr. 
Smith's residence, and many balls passed through his house. The Yankees 
finally advanced and fired the houses, forcing the family to leave. Mrs. 
Smith, with her seven children, the youngest only ten months old, at- 
tempted to escape to the woods and into the Confederate lines, when she 
Was fired upon by the Yankee soldiers, and a Minie ball entering her limb, 
just below the hip, she died in thirty minutes, from loss of blood. The 
children, frightened, hid themselves in the bushes, while Mr. Smith sat 
down upon the ground by his wife, to see her breathe her last. After she 
had been dead for some time, the Yankee commander permitted' him to take 
a cart, and, with no assistance except one of his children, he put the dead 
body in the cart, and carried it into town. On his arrival in town, he was 
not permitted to take the remains of his wife to her brother's residence, . 
until he had first gone through the town to the provost marshal's office and t) 
obtained permission. On his arrival at the provost marshal's office, he was 



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gruffly told to take his wife to the grave-yard and bury her. He carried her 
to her brother's, John E. Kilby, Esq.., and a few friends prepared her for 
burial, Mr. Kilby not being allowed to leave the house, or to attend the 
remains of his sister to the grave-yard. 

" Nor did the cruelty of the fiends stop here. Mr. Smith was denied the 
privilege of going in search of his little children, and for four days and 
nights they wandered in the woods and among the soldiers, without any- 
thing to eat or any place to sleep. The baby was taken up by a colored 
woman and nursed, until some private in the Yankee army, with a little 
better heart than his associates, took it on his horse and carried it to town." 

A GRAPHIC SKETCH — THE SIEGE OP VICKSBURG BY MOONLIGHT— MIN- 
ING THE REBEL WORKS. 

• A Vicksburg correspondent of the Cleveland Herald furnished the fol- 
lowing description of the operations of General Grant against Vicksburg : 

<•' Let us climb the parapet and see the siege by moonlight. In front of 
us, beyond the enemy's works, but hidden from us, lies the city of Vicks- 
burg. Look carefully, and you can distinguish the spires of the court- 
house and two or three churches. The rebels had a signal station on the 
former when we came, but our shells made it too warm for them, and they 
withdrew. The mortal's are playing to-night, and they are well worth see- 
ing. VTe watch a moment, and in the direction of Young's Point, beyond 
the city, suddenly up shoots a flash of light, and in a moment the ponder- 
ous shell, with its fuse glowing and sparkling, rises slowly from behind the 
bluffs; up, up, it goes, as though mounting to the zenith, over it comes 
towards us, down through its flight trajectory into the city, and explodes 
with a shock that jars the ground for miles. There are women and tender 
children where those shells fall, but war is war. 

"Sherman's eight-inch monsters are grumbling far way on the right. 
Nearer, McPherson's, too, are playing — we can even see the cannoneers be- 
side them at each flash. Our's will open at midnight; then there will be 
music to your heart's content. Meanwhile, let us go to the front. A hun- 
dred yards to the right of where we now are we enter a deep trench. Fol- 
lowing this, as it winds down around the hill, we reach the opening of a 
cave or mine. The air within is damp and close, like that of a vault. Can- 
dles are burning dimly at intervals, and we hear a hum of voices far within 
and out of sight. We proceed, and presently meet two men -carrying a bar- 
row of earth,for our boys are at work night and day. Finally,. we reach the 
moonlight again, and emerge into a wide, deep trench, cut across the line of 
the covered way. This is open, and filled with troops, who protect the work- 
ing party. A heavy parapet of cotton bales and earth is built on the side 
towards the enemy, and we must mount them to look over. 
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"We are now within sociable distance of the chivalry. Those men lying 
on the ground, ten to thirty yards from us, are our boys, our advance pick- 
ets; but that gray fellow, with the bright musket, which glistens .so, a few 
steps beyond, is a 'rob.,' long-haired and hot-blooded, one of Wall's famous 
Texas legion — a bull-dog to fight, you may be sure. 

"Now jump down and enter the mouth of the other mine, which leads 
towards the salient of the enemy's work. Stumbling along, we reach the 
end where the men are digging. The candle burns very dimly— the air is 
almost stifling. Never mind, let us watch them. See that slender, bright- 
looking fellow swinging that pick. Great beaded drops of perspiration 
trickle down his face; there is not a dry thread iu his coarse, gray shirt; 
but no matter, the pick swings, and each stroke slices down six inches of 
the tough subsoil of Mississippi. That fellow was 'Jim/ once a tender- 
handed, smooth-faced, nice young man, whose livery-stable, billiard and' 
cigar bills were a sore trial to his worthy governor. Jim says that he used 
to wear gloves and 'store-clothes,' and that girls called him good-looking, 
but that 's played out now; he is going for Uncle Sam. 

" But we return to the fresh air. Look over the parapet again towards 
the turret, where we saw the rebel picket. Do you see the little gray 
mounds which cover the hillside so thickly? — ten, twenty, thirty, you can 
count on a few square rods. Ah, my friend, this is sacred ground you arc 
looking upon. There our boys charged; there they were slain in heaps; 
but they pressed on, and leaped into the ditch. They climbed the parapet, 
and rolled back into eternity. Others followed them; their flag was 
planted, and they sprang over, to meet their certain death. An hour 
passed, and one returned; the rest were dead." 

MORALS OF YANKEE OFFICERS. 

The most lamentable fact that has been brought to my notice is the large 
number of officers who have lately been tried by court-martial. The com- 
mission of atrocious crimes and all sorts of disgraceful offences by officers, 
high and low, from colonel to lieutenant, is of daily occurrence. One 
officer has been guilty of theft, another of drunkenness, a third has proven 
himself a coward, a fourth has had a fistic encounter with a soldier, a- fifth 
was caught in the company of negro wenches, and so on, ad infinitum. A 
lieutenant was recently found' in a miserable log hut, long after tattoo had 
been sounded, in a condition of drunken bestiality. A few cedar logs were 
heaped together in the fire-place, and the fire leaped cheerily up the chim- 
ney. In the centre of the room, a barrel served as a table, and around it 
there sat the lieutenant, in the full uniform of a United States officer, play- 
ing cards with three blubber-lipped, greasy negro wenches ! A court-mar- 
tial was convened, and the offender was charged wfth violation of one of 



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the articles of war, or, in other words, with conduct unbecoming an officer. 
To this charge there was a single specification, setting forth the time, place, 
and circumstances of the alleged offence. The court sat in due form. The 
charge was read, and the accused plead not guilty. The specification was 
recited, and to this the accused naively plead guilty! Here, then, was the 
height of abolition extravagance. Guilty of keeping company with ne- 
gresses, but not guilty of conduct unbecoming an officer ! 

MAJOR H. W FRY'S PIOUS PARTING COMPLIMENTS — A DEVIL IN A 

STOVE-PIPE. 

From Saturday, the day of the surrender of Roanoke, till the 'following 
Wednesday, Major Fry was confined in a room in the house of Dr. Bitters, 
on the island. In this room the major discovered a portion of a keg of 
powder, the private property of Br. Patters. Understanding that he was to 
be removed on shipboard, the major took about twenty pounds of the pow- 
der, and rolling it in a sheet, made a sort of cartridge, and rammed it up 
the pipe of the stove that stood in the room. In the course of an hour 
after completing the job, the major was removed, and, his mind being other- 
wise occupied, thought little more of it. From some of our wounded, who 
had been left at Elizabeth City, we learn that one rainy day the Yankees, 
for the first time, built a fire in the stove. In a few minutes thereafter, a 
portion of the house frantically lifted itself out of place, and fifteen or 
twenty Yankees were lying in various disreputable attitudes upon the 
ground, several being killed. One of the survivors remarked, that he had 
read in the Scriptures of bad spirits in men, women, and hogs, but it was 
the first time he ever knew of a devil in a stove-pipe. 

THE OLD LADY AND THE BLACK FLAG. 

The correspondent of the Savannah Republican related the following: 
On the morning after the night of 18th September, the army had crossed 
the Potomac, with the enemy pressing upon our heels, but dared not cross 
after us. They cursed and swore at us from the opposite bank, threatening 
every minute to make a general advance. , We happened to go into the 
little village of Shepherdstown, which is just on the south bank, above the 
ford where the army had crossed the river, and in passing by the door of a 
small dwelling we stopped to get some water. A black flag hung in the 
portico, much to our astonishment, and we wondered whether the bold people 
of that dwelling had been wrought to such desperation by the enemy as 
compelled' them to hang out that awful sign of resistance. An elderly lady 
appeared at the door as soon as our footsteps sounded on the doorway, and 
relieved our doubts. She was tall, stout, red-headed, with a firm look, and 
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wanted, and we answered, water. " Very well," said she, " do you see that," 
pointing to the flag. We answered in the affirmative. " That means no 
quarter, and this," pointing to the revolver, " is to shoot the first man that 
goes into that yonder cabbage-patch." It is most sincerely hoped that the 
Yankees will give us as little cause to exercise our firmness as we did that 
good Virginia lady the use of her small fire-arm. 

EXECUTION AT FRANKLIN, TENNESSEE DETAILED FACTS AND HISTORY 

OF TWO SPIES. 

A correspondent of the Nashville Press, writing under date of Franklin, 
Tennessee, June 9, 1863, related the following : 

'•'Last evening, about sun-down, two strangers rode into camp, and called 
at Colonel Baird's headquarters, who presented unusual appearances. They 
had on citizens' overcoats, Federal regulation pants and caps. The caps 
were covered with white flannel havelocks. They wore side-arms, . and 
.showed high intelligence. One claimed to be a colonel in the United 
States army, and called himself Colonel Austin; the other called himself 
Major Dunlap, and both represented themselves as inspector generals of 
the United States army. They represented that they were now out on an 
expedition in this department, inspecting the outposts and defences, and 
that day before yesterday they had been overhauled by the enemy, and lost 
their coats and purses. They exhibited official papers from General Kosen- 
cranz, and also from the war department at Washington, confirming their 
rank and business. These appeared all right to Colonel Baird, and at first 
satisfied him of their honesty. They asked the colonel to loan them fifty 
dollars, as they had no coats, and no money to buy them. Colonel Baird 
loaned them the money, and took Colonel Austin's note for it. Just at 
dark they started, saying they were going to Nashville, and took that way. 
Just as soon as their horses' heads were turned, the thought of their being 
spies struck Colonel Baird, he says, like a thunderbolt, and he ordered 
Colonel Watkins, of the Sixth Kentucky cavalry, who was standing by, to 
arrest them immediately. But they were going at lightning speed. Colonel 
Watkins had no time to call a guard, and only with his orderly he set out 
on the chase. He ordered the orderly to unsling his carbine, and if, when 
he (the colonel) halted them, they showed any suspicious motions, to fire on 
them without waiting for an order. They were overtaken about one-third 
of a mile from here. Colonel Watkins told them that Colonel Baird wanted 
to make some further inquiries of them, and asked them to return. This 
they politely consented to do, after some remonstrance, on account of the 
lateness of the hour and the distance they had to travel, and Colonel Wat- 
kins led them to his tent, where he placed a strong guard over them. It 
was not until one of them attempted to pass the guard at the door that they 



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even suspected they were prisoners. Colonel Watkins immediately brought 
them to Colonel Baird, under guard. They at once manifested great un- 
easiness, and pretended great indignation .at being thus treated. Colonel 
Baird frankly told them that he had his suspicions of their true .character, 
and that they should, if loyal, object to no necessary caution. They were 
very hard to satisfy, and were in a great hurry to get off. Colonel Baird 
told them, that they were under arrest, and he should keep them prisoners 
until he was fully satisfied that they were what they purported to be. He 
immediately telegraphed to General Eosencranz, and received the answer that 
he knew nothing of any such men — that there were no such men in his 
employ, or had his pass. 

"Long before this dispatch was received, however, every one who had an 
opportunity of hearing their conversation was well satisfied that they were 
spies. Smart as they were, they gave frequent and distinct evidence of 
duplicity. After this dispatch came to hand, which it did about twelve 
o'clock (midnight), a search of their persons was ordered. To this the 
major consented without opposition, but the colonel protested against it, and 
even put his hand to his arms. But resistance was useless, and both sub- 
mitted. When the major's sword was drawn from the scabbard, there were 
found etched upon it these words: 'Lieutenant W G. Peter, Confederate 
States Army.' At this discovery Colonel Baird remarked : ' Gentlemen, you 
have played this d — d well.' 'Yes/ said Lieutenant Peter, 'and it came 
near being a perfect success.' They then confessed the whole matter, and 
upon further search, various papers showing their guilt were found upon 
their persons. Lieutenant Peter was found to have on a rebel cap, secreted 
by the white flannel havelock. 

" Colonel Baird immediately telegraphed the facts to General Bosecranz, 
and asked what he should do, and in a short time received an order 'to try 
them J)y a drum-head court-martial, and, if found guilty, Jiang them imme- 
diately.' The court was convened, and before daylight the case was decided, 
and the prisoners informed that they must prepare for immediate death by 
hanging. 

" At daylight, men were detailed to make a scaffold. The prisoners were 
visited by the chaplain of the Seventy-Eighth Illinois, who, upon their re- 
quest, administered the sacrament to them. They also wrote letters to their 
friends, and deposited their jewelry, silver cups, and other valuables for 
transmission to their friends. 

" The gallows was constructed by a wild cherry-tree not far from the 
depot, and in a very public place. Two ropes hung dangling from the beam, 
reaching within eight feet of the ground. A little after nine o'clock, 
A. M. the whole garrison was marshaled around the place of execution, in 
solemn sadness. The poplar coffins were lying a few feet away. Twenty 



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minutes past nine the guards conducted the prisoners to the scaffold. They 
walked firm and steady, as if unmindful of the fearful precipice which 
they were approaching. The guards did them the honor to march with 
arms reversed. 

"Arrived at the place of execution, they stepped upon the platform of 
the cart, and took their respective places. The Provost Marshal, Captain 
Alexander, then tied a lineu handkerchief over the face of each, and 
adjusted the ropes They then asked the privilege of bidding a last fare- 
well, which being granted, they tenderly embraced each other. This over, 
the cart moved from under v them, and they hung in the air. What a fear- 
ful penalty ! They swung off at half-past nine. In two minutes the lieu- 
tenant ceased to struggle. The colonel caught hold of the rope with both 
hands and raised himself up at three minutes, and ceased to struggle at five 
minutes. At six minutes, Dr. Forester, Surgeon Sixth Kentucky cavalry, 
and Dr. Moss, Seventy-Eighth Illinois infantry, and myself, who had been 
detailed to examine the bodies, approached them, and found the pulse of 
both full and strong. At seven minutes, the colonel shrugged his shoul- 
ders. The pulse of each continued to beat seventeen minutes, and at 
twenty minutes, all signs of life had ceased. The bodies were cut down at 
thirty minutes, and encoffined in full dress. The colonel was buried with a 
gold locket and chain on his neck. The locket contained the portrait and 
a braid of hair of his intended wife — her portrait was also in his vest 
pocket — these were buried with him, at his request. Both men were buried 
in the same grave — companions in life, misfortune and crime, companions 
in infamy, and now companions in the grave. 

"I should have stated, in another place, that the prisoners did not want 
their punishment delayed, but well knowing the consequence of their acts, 
even before their trial, asked to have the sentence, be it by hanging or 
shooting, quickly decided and executed. But they deprecated the ufea of 
death by hanging, and asked for a commutation of the sentence to shooting. 

" The elder and leader of these unfortunate men was Lawrence Williams, 
of Georgetown, D. C. lie was as fine-looking a man as I have ever seen, 
about six feet high, and perhaps thirty years old. He was a son of Captain 
Williams, who was killed at the battle of Monterey. He was one of the 
most intellectual and accomplished men that I have ever known. I have 
never known any one who excelled him as a talker. He was a member of 
•the regular army, with the rank of captain of cavalry, when the rebellion 
broke out, and at that time was aid-de-camp and private secretary to General 
Winheld Scott. From this confidence and respect shown him by so dis- 
tinguished a man, may be judged his education and accomplishments. He 
was a first cousin of -General Leo, commanding the Confederate army on the 
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General Scott that all his sympathies were with the South, as his friends 
and interests were there, and that he could not right against them. As he 
was privy to all of General Scott's plans for the campaign, it was not 
thought proper to turn him loose ; hence he was sent to Governor's Island, 
where he remained three months. After the first Bull Run battle, he was 
allowed to go South, where he joined the Confederate army, and his subse- 
quent history I have not been able to learn much about. He was awhile on 
General Bragg's, staff as chief of artillery, but at the time of his death 
was his inspector general. When he joined the Confederate army he 
altered his name, and now signs it thus: 'Lawrence W Orton, Col. Cav. 
P. A. C. S. A./ (Provisional Army Confederate States of (America.) 
Sometimes he wrote his name ' Orton,' and sometimes 'Auton/ according to 
the object which he had in view. This we learn from the papers found on 
him. These facts in relation to the personal history of Colonel Orton, I 
have gathered from the colonel himself and from Colonel Watkins, who 
knows him well, they having belonged to the same regiment of the regular 
army — Second United. States cavalry. Colonel Watkins, however, did not 
recognize Colonel Orton until after he had made himself known, and now 
mourns his tragic end. 

" The other victim of this delusive and reckless daring was Walter G. 
Peter, a lieutenant in the rebel army, and Colonel Orton's adjutant. He 
was a tall, handsome young man, of about twenty-five years, that gave many 
signs of education and refinement. 

" Of his history, I have been unable to gather anything. He played but 
a second part. Colonel Orton was the leader, and did all the talking and 
managing. Such is a succinct account of one of the most daring cuter- 
prises that man ever engaged in. Such were the characters and men why 
played the awful tragedy. 

"History will hardly furnish its parallel in the character and standing of 
the parties, the boldness and daring of the enterprise, and the swiftness 
with which discovery and punishment were visited upon them. They came 
into our camp, and went all through it, minutely inspecting our position, 
works and forces, with a portion of their traitorous insignia upon them, and 
the boldness of their conduct made their flimsy subterfuge almost success- 
ful. 

" To the last, however, they denied being spies. They claimed that they 
were endeavoring to get through our lines in order to visit friends in the 
North and in Europe. But this story was so poorly matured, that when 
either told it, it would not hang together, and there was little resemblance 
between the accounts which the two gave. The arrest so completely con- 
founded them that they were never afterwards able to recover from it. The 
unfortunate men made no complaint at the severity of their punishment, 



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except they deprecated the ignomy of being hung; they were too well in- 
formed not to know that, upon conviction of being spies, they must suffer 
death, and hence they expected it, and made no complaints. 

" Colonel Orton, who recognized Colonel. Watkins as scon as he saw him, 
told him that he barely "escaped his life when the arrest was made — that he 
had his hand on his pistol to kill him and escape — that had it been any one 
else here, he would have done so. 

" Colonel Orton delivered his sword and pistols to Colonel Watkins, and 
told him to keep and wear them. He also presented him his horse, which 
he valued at five thousand dollars, and asked him to treat it kindly for his 
sake. » 

" We are all sad over this event. There is a gloom upon every face. 
Although we are fully satisfied that the mission of these men was to plan 
our destruction, and that even they recognized their punishment just, ac- 
cording to the accepted rules of war among all nations; still, to see such 
men suffer such a penalty, has filled our garrison with sadness." 

JOS PARSONS OF BALTIMORE. 

In one of the hospitals of Alexandria is Joe Parsons, of Baltimore. Joe 
enlisted in the First Maryland Regiment, and was plainly a "rough," 
originally. As we passed along the hall, we first saw him, crouched near 
an open window, lustily singing, " I 'm a bold soldier boy /' and observing 
the broad bandage over his eyes, I said : " What 's your name, my good fel- 
low V 

" Joe, sir," he answered, " Joe Parsons." 

" And what is the matter with you?" 

" Blind, sir — blind as a bat." 

" In battle ?" 

" Yes — at Antietam. Both eyes shot out at one clip." 

Poor Joe was in the front, at Antietam Creek ; and a Minnie ball had 
passed directly through his eyes, across his face, destroying his sight for- 
ever. He was but twenty years old ; but he was as happy as a lark ! 

" It is very dreadful," I said. 

" 1 'm very thankful I 'in alive, sir. It might ha' been worse, yer see," he 
continued. And then he told us his story. 

"I was hit," he said, and it knocked me down. I lay there all night, 
and next day the fight was renewed. I could stand the pain, yer see, but 
the balls were flyin' all round, and I wanted to get away. I could n't see 
nothin', though. So I waited, and listened; and, at last, I heard a feller 
groanin' beyond me. ' Hello !' says I. < Hello, yourself/ says he. 'Who 
be yer V says I — ' a rebel ?' 'You 're a Yankee/ says he. ' So I am/ says 
I; 'what's the matter with you V 'My leg's smashed/ says he. 'Can't 



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yer walk?' 'No.' ' Can yer. see ?' 'Yes.' ' Well,' says I, 'you. 're ad — d 
rebel, but will you do me a little favor?' ' I will/ fays he, ' ef I ken.' 
Then I says, ' Well, ole butternut, I can't see nothin'. My eyes is knocked 
out; but I ken walk. Come over yere. Let's git out o' this. You p'int 
the way, an' I '11 tote yer off the field, on my back.' '' Bully for you !' says 
he. And so we managed to git together. We shook hands on it. I took 
a wink outen his canteen, and he got onto my shoulders. I did the walkin' 
for both, and he did the navigatin' An' ef he did n't make me carry him 
straight into a rebel colonel's tent, a mile away, I'm a liar ! Hows'ever, the 
colonel came up, and says he, ' Whar d' yer come from ? who be yer ?' I 
told him. He said I was done fer, and couldn't do no more shootjn'; an' 
he sent me over to our lines. So, after three days, I came down here with 
the wounded boys, where we''re doin' pretty well, all things considered." 

" But you will never see the light again, my poor fellow," I suggested, 
sympathetically. 

"That's so," he answered, glibly; "but I can't help it, you notice. I 
did my dooty — got shot, pop in the eye — an' that 's my misfort'n, not my 
fault — as the ole man said of his blind hoss. But — 

' I 'm a bold soldier boy,'" 
he continued, cheerily renewing his song; and we left him in his singular 
merriment. 

A NEW WAR-CRY. 

A good story was told of an Arkansas colonel, stationed at Port Hudson. 
The occurrence, it must be under stood, happened shortly after the arrival 
of the Arkansas troops at that place, and prior to the depai'ture of Brute 
Butler from New Orleans, and also that his men had been fed for several 
days on rather lean Texas beef, greatly to their disgust. 

Our colonel had his regiment out for drill, and several carriages, filled 
with fair ladies, were present as spectators. The idea occurred to him that 
it would be a.good place to teach his men a "war-cry," and, considering the 
locality, nothing could be better than "Butler the Beast."* So, after 
haranguing his men upon the outrages, insults, &c, he closed with, "Now, 
men, when I give the command — forward, guide centre — charge bayonets- 
double-quick, march — you must all yell, ' Butler the Beast !' 'Butler the 
Beast!' 'like blazes.'" The boys seemed pleased with the idea, and anxious 
" to try it on;" so, dressing the regiment, and raising himself in his stirrups, 
he gave the commands — and they did charge and yell with a vengeance — ■ 
not Butler the Beast, but " bull beef!" " bull beef!" 

The colonel couldn't stand the pressure ; his horse suddenly became un- 
manageable, and the last that was seen of him, he was disappearing in the 
distance, among the echoes of " bull beef !" 
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ir»0 GLEANINGS FROM 

STONEWALL JACKSON'S FOOT CAVALRY. 

General Jackson, who never wore a uniform, or any other mark of his 
grade or rank, was passing a corn-field one day, and saw a long, lank-sided 
Confederate pulling roasting-ears. He hallooed to Confederate: 

" Come out of that corn-field." 

" Go to hell," replied Confederate. 

" I'll report you to General Jackson," says the general. 

li lleport and be d — d to you. I belong to Jackson's foot cavalry, and 
lie, allows us to eat as much corn as we want!" 

The general rode on, laughing, while Confederate continued pulling corn 
1.0 "feed Jackson's foot cavalry." 

A NEW INQUISITION WITH THE OLD HORRORS. 

The New York World contained an account, several columns long, of the 
mode of conducting operations at the provost marshal's office there. When 
a man was arrested for supposed disloyalty he was not allowed to. send forwit- 
uesses, but his " affidavit " was taken and sent to Washington. A bell was 
then struck, and a soldier appeared, who, upon the "that's all, sir," of the 
'provost, collared the 1 unhappy prisoner, and took him into a cell "below"— 
which means under the building. When the man would be again heard of 
was a matter of conjecture alone. The following is one of the cases related 
in the World's account: 

An individual was brought in for refusing to give his name to an en- 
rolling officer. 

Provost Marshal — -" What is your name, sir ? " 

Unknown — " Weil, I declined to give my name there, and I think I shall 
here." 

Provost Marshal — " Oh, you think so. Now I '11 tell you what I think. 
■J. think you '11 give it before you've been here a great while,," 

He sprung the bell again. 

"Here is a man who won't give his name. Take him down and give 
him numbeV four. He will probably give his name before many hours." 

The young man, who was not above twenty years of age, seemed like a 
person hardly comjws. He was pale-faced and gaunt- looking, was seedily 
dressed, and had the appearance of having just come ofi a night's debauch, 
lie was taken down to the detective office, again interrogated, and again de- 
clined to give his name. 

" Give him number four," said the officer in charge ; and he was at once 
seized and hurried off to the fated locality. 

Horror of horrors ! Possibly no place since the black hole of Calcutta 
or the prison hulks of the revolution could compete with cell number four 
at police headquarters. 



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Under the reign of the provost marshal, it became part and parcel of the 
machinery of the office, and was used, as occasion called, to hold fast the; 
worst class of the prisoners arrested, or such as were considered the most 
flagrant cases. 

Passing through the outer room of the detective office in the basement, 
you come into the sitting-room — a close, badly-ventilated chamber — the 
larger half of which is underground. Midway in the room at the right is 
a small half glass door, cut in a partition, through which you enter upon a 
narrow corridor, facing four small cells. These are numbered, beginning at 
the south end : one, two, three, four, the latter being at the extreme right 
as you enter the corridor, which is scarcely 'wide -enough to admit the 
passage of a man. 

The sides of cell number four are sealed up with boards to the top. It is 
about three feet wide by six in depth. A stationary board fifteen inches 
wide is put on the right hand for a sleeping pallet, and a three-cornered 
pine block, fastened to one end of the board, serves as a pillow — there being 
neither bed-clothes, mattresses, or straw. A water waste and dipper in one 
corner aomplete the furniture of the cell. The sides of the place are 
thickly coated with whitewash, in the vain effort to purify it. The door is 
composed of iron bars about one inch in width, and a quarter of an inch 
in thickness, arranged crosswise, so as to intersect each other at every two 
and a half inches. At the top is a small aperture eight inches square. 

The entire place swarms with vermin. In dog days, when the cell door 
was shut, and the door and windows leading to the outer apartments were 
closed, the atmosphere was stifling in its character, while the vermin ran 
riot over, the unfortunate victims, who could neither lie down nor sit 
down from very agony, sometimes imploring, in Heaven's name, to be let out, 
if only for a few moments. In the hottest weather of the season, three per- 
sons have been confined in this cell at once, two of them sitting on the 
board, and the third lying at full length on his face upon the floor, and all' 
evidencing untold horror and misery. 

Sergeant Young has often given directions to have the prisoners taken 
out at night, and allowed them to lie round on the floor of the outer room. 

The individual above alluded to, who would not give his name, was put 
in number four. The door of the cell was shut and bolted, and the outer 
door was closed also, although it was one of the hottest days of the season. 
In fifteen minutes his cries were heard, the door opened, and he was found in 
a profuse perspiration, with the vermin crawling over and tormenting him. 

" For God's sake let me out of this," he said, " and I will do anything 
you want." 

The man or beast that number four cannot tame is beyond the reach of 
the most ingenious torture. Every delinquent who is alluded to as an 



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atrocious villain, is wished no worse fate than incarceration wit'hm its walls. 
"Number four" is a by-word among the officers and frequenters of head- 
quarters, and is promised as a sert of bugbear to such inmates of the de- 
tective office as behave themselves unruly. 

One of the individuals who had been arrested for some criminaj offence, 
unon reading an account in the paper of a rebel victory, laid the paper down 
as if in disgust, and remarked, " That 's the way with our boys — just prick 
'em and they ruu." The words were. reported up stairs, and the order came 
down : 

" Place him in number four. He will be pricked where he can't run." 
The history of this awful receptacle for prisoners can never probably be 

• fully told ; and we have only briefly sketched it, to show some portion of 
the machinery us^d in conducting the business of the provost marshal's 
office. 

NOVEL SYSTEM OP EXCHANGE.- 

A correspondent of the Savannah Republican gave the following account 
of the manner in which an exchange of newspapers was effected between the 
two armies in Virginia : 

Lieutenants Williamson and Heard, of the eighth regiment, called upon 
me, and among other items of interest, told me how they effected an ex- 
change of papers with the Yankees at Fredericksburg. They constructed 
a little boat, aboufe two feet long, loaded her with tobacco and Eichmond 
papers, and, taking her some distance above, adjusted the sails and started 
her across. In large letters, the names " Alabama — Captain Semmes," were 
painted upon her. As soon as she landed, one of the Yankees proposed to 
destroy her, when a stalwart Irishman stepped foward, and said: " No, faith 
and be jabers, if she's the ' Alabama,' we '11 parole her and turn her loose." 
Loading -her with coffee and a New York Herald, he started her back to 

• this side, which she safely reached after a half-hour's sailing. 

A YANKEE HEKO. 

Colonel McLane, of the Eighty-Second Pennsylvania Regiment, who was 
killed in the battle of Cold Harbor, has been eulogized by the Northern 
papers for 'courage and brilliant daring. From a general in the Confederate 
States army, who, saw the colonel on the field after his death, the Richmond 
Examineii learns that he was loaded down with armor — having not only a 
breast-plate, but steel harness for his arms, and the lower part of his body. 
The bullet which gave his heroic soul its quietus entered in the rear of his 
left shoulder, and came out on the right side of the abdomen. He was, ap- 
parently, shot while lying on the ground. 



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AN INCIDENT OF THE WAR. 

The Cairo correspondent of the New York World furnished the following 
singular incident: 

Quite a romantic incident was developed here to-day, and for the benefit 
of your readers who delight in tales of adventure, it shall be related. A 
woman, named Annie Clark, arrived from Louisville, and proceeded to Gen- 
eral Tuttle's headquarters, bearing in her hand a letter requesting transporta- 
tion South. According to her story, her husband joined the rebel army at 
Iuka, Mississippi, his place of residence, and she, being desirous of 
serving in the same cause, assumed male apparel, and became a member 
of the Louisiana cavalry, where she remained, doing the duties of a sol- 
dier, seven months. Becoming dissatisfied with her position, she re- 
signed and joined the Eleventh Tennessee Regiment, in which she also 
remained seven months. -She was in all the skirmishes, and took part in 
the battle of Shiloh. While the army was encamped, she frequently went 
over to her husband's regiment to see him. Upon that memorable field her 
husband fell. She buried him with her own hands, but her attachment to 
the soldier's life was not lessened, fehe continued with her comrades until 
the fight at Richmond, Kentucky, where she was taken prisoner. During 
all this time her sex was not discovered. It remained for a Yankee to do 
that. Soon after her capture, she went to the provost marshal in Louisville 
for a parole, and while waiting, she happened to sneeze. The wily marshal 
.started at the sound, and declared no man ever sneezed like that. The 
truth was out, and she confessed. As was stated before, she came here, 
waited upon General Tuttle, and' expressed herself perfectly willing to oc- 
cupy the barracks with the rebel prisoners, and share their fare. The 
gallant general could not endure to see a female subjected to the rough treat- 
ment of male prisoners, so he informed her she could remain in better 
quarters, which would be supplied by Major Merrill, Provost Marshal, and 
he, the general, would furnish her with transportation to Dixie in a manner 
befitting so heroic a woman. Mrs. Clark seems to be about thirty years of 
age, and has passed under the name of Bichard Anderson. 

SERENADED^ 

General Siegel, of Missouri, was serenaded at Washington. An immense 
crowd was present, who clamored loudly for a speech ; whereupon the Gen- 
eral opened his mouth, and said : 

" Shentlemens : Ise no mans for talk. Ise de nians for fight. Mine 
sword hash bin drawn for de stars and sthripes, und py de help of all dat 
ish good, we vill whip de tarn rebelmens of de Sout, or never more drink 
lager, py tarn. Vat you say, mine countrymens?" 



131 GLEANINGS FROM 

HIRED A SUBSTITUTE TO STAY BEHIND. 

We have heard of many cases of men liable to conscription hiring sub- 
stitutes to take their places in the ranks ; but the instance reported below is 
uncommon and noteworthy. The young volunteer who hired a substitute 
to stay behind with the ordnance wagon, while he hastened to take part in 
the fiitht, was Seaborn Williams, of Tuskogee, Alabama, a very modest and 
retiring, but courageous youth, of less than eighteen years, who was killed in 
the fight near Murfreesboro' The account which we copy is from a letter 
from the captain of his company, which formed part of the Forty-Fifth 
Alabama Regiment. Captain Abercrombie wrote thus concerning the 
matter : 

" The day ' befpre the fight, I received an order to detail a man to stay 
with the ordnance train, to bring up ammunition when it was needed to the 
company. I detailed Seaborn. I noticed that he left his place in line very 
reluctantly, and went back to the train. Early next morning I saw him again, 
with his gun^in line. I went up to him, -and asked him why he was there. 
He replied, ' I have hired another man to stay behind with the wagon; and, 
if you will let me, I prefer to be with the company in the fight to-day.' 
Unwilling to mortify him, I consented to his stay. 

# %. % ;j< * * 

" He was conspicuous for his almost reckless daring and courage, and 
though immediately fronting the enemy's artillery, which was hut a few 
yards from»us, and was sweeping lanes through our ranks, he boldly and 
fearlessly pressed straight forward, while others would attempt to seek 
some shelter from the intervening trees. His arm seemed to be the first to 
plant a victorious banner upon the enemy's artillery. But he was too con- 
spicuous a mark to pass unscathed through the shower of balls and canister 
that the enemy was raining upon us, and just as the enemy was giving way, 
a fatal ball entered his bowels, and passed through them. He fell, but, 
looking up from the spot consecrated by a brave soldier's fall, he saw the 
enemy flying in dismay, and his comrades in hot pursuit to avenge his fall." 

THE FRENCHMAN'S PREFERENCE. 

Shortly after the fail of Sumter, when it had become evident that a 
lengthy war was imminent, a Frenchman left New Orleans, and started for 
Paris. " Why," he was asked, " do you go and leave a prosperous business ?" 
His reply was : " Ah ga. Suppose I die before zee war ovair — I cannot be 
enterre in Pere la Chaise, eh '(" The truth of this was evident : " But," 
asked his interlocutor, " do n't you think you could be* accommodated with 
a grave anywhere else?" Shrugging his shoulders, the Frenchman said: 
" I would razzare not die at all, zan die and be buried anyvere except in 



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REMARKABLE NARRATIVE. 

The Richmond correspondent of the Charleston Mercury, alluding to 
Bishop Elliot's proposition for a monument to the unknown dead, said " the 
topic of unknown heroes was frequently introduced in conversation, and 
mentioned a number of those heroes, among them a cavalry-man from Texas, 
who, unable to walk a step, carries a pair of crutches on horseback, and 
with them has continued to perform all the arduous duties required of him." 

This soldier is Lamar Fontaine, a private in the " Campbell Rangers," 
Second Regiment Virginia cavalry. He is the eldest son of the Reverend 
Edward Fontaine, an Episcopal Minister, residing near Jackson, Mississippi, 
who commanded the Burt Rifles, of the Eighteenth Regiment Mississippi 
Volunteers, in the first battle of Manassas, and who is honorably mentioned 
in General Beauregard's report of it. He was born in Washington County, 
Texas, in 1841, while his parents resided there, and was yarned after his 
father's intimate friend, General Mirabeau Lamar. Previous to the present 
revolution, Lamar Fontaine lived in his native State, was educated in Austin, 
and at the Military Academy in Bastrop, and learned practically the most 
essential duties of a soldier as a Texas Ranger and hunter on the frontiers 
of Western Texas, where he was unsurpassed as a dexterous rider and skill- 
ful marksman. As soon as the war commenced, he came to Mississippi, and 
enlisted as a private in the first company organized for the defence of the 
State, the Mississippi Rifles, of. Jackson, commanded by Captain Robert 
Smith, the heroic Colonel Smith who fell at Mumfordsville, Kentucky. 
Under this excellent officer he served at Pensacola, as aft infantry soldier, 
and then as an artillerist, until he was transferred to his father's company in 
the army of the Potomac. At the battle of Manassas he was severely 
wounded by a cannon shot, which passed under his feet, bruising one of 
them. badly. He was unwilling to be discharged, and his father procured 
him a transfer to Captain Alexander's Company, (I,) Second Regiment 
Virginia cavalry Under Generals Jackson aud Ewell, he distinguished 
himself in the battles of Front Royal, Cross Keys, and all the actions of 
the Valley. Near Winchester, in company with a young gentleman from 
Campbell County, Virginia, private John Moore, he performed a feat with- 
out a parallel in the annals of war, and which is mentioned with the highest 
commendation in General E well's official report. These two young men, 
unassisted and alone, charged a piece of artillery planted on the Winches- 
ter turnpike, manned by eight of the enemy, killed and wounded two of 
their number, drove the rest from the gun, and brought it off in triumph to 
their commander. Near Strasburg, a shell exploded against his horse's 
head, blowing it to atoms, and breaking Lamar's thigh. While his comrades 
were carrying him from the field, another shell wounded him severely in the 
hip. Soon after his wounds were dressed, while lying under a tree, a 



im d LEANINGS FROM 

Minie ball penetrated the back of his neck, passed down near his spine, 
and lodged where the surgeons have not been able to find it. Since then 
his right lee and side have remained paralyzed. He recovered sufficiently 
to obtain leave of absence from the hospital in Charlottesville for several 
weeks, which he spent with his company in .performing military duty, with 
his crutches tied to his saddle. In this condition be fought seven battles — ■ 
Hazel River Bridge, Warrenton Springs, the Rappahannock or Waterloo 
Bridge, the battles of the 29th, 30th and 31st, at Manassas, and the battle 
of Germantown. 

.While the enemy were shelling Yvarrenton Springs, General R. H. An- 
derson wished to ascertain what division of the army occupied the -north 
bank of the Rappahannock, opposite his position. He volunteered to brino 1 
him the necessary, information, swam the Rappahannock, surprised three of 
the enemy's armed pickets, and brought them across th.3 river to the general 
who gave the crutched hero a certificate complimenting his skill and gal- 
lantry. At the battle of Hazel River, a Minie ball broke one of his 
crutches, and one of the enemy's horses, without a rider, ran against him 
and broke the other. In the second day's fight at Manassas, he had a 
horse killed under him, and another the day after at Germantown. While 
pursuing the enemy's cavalry, a pistol-shot penetrated his cap, grazed his 
temple, and knocked him from his horse. Since he has been pronounced 
incompetent to perform military duty, on account of his wounds, and while 
acting as a volunteer on hospital furloughs, he has captured six prisoners 
without any assistance, and killed many of the enemy. In different battles 
he has hid sis horses killed under him, and I have no doubt has killed 
more of the enemy than any soldier in our army. 

" BLESS DE LORD, I IS SECESH YET." 

A private letter from Winchester, describing the scenes which occurred 
there during its occupation by the Federal General, Milroy, related the fol- 
lowing incident: 

" They had an old darkey under arrest because he would not work, and 
said he was ' secesh.' They put him in the guard-house and kept him for 
three clays on water. The fourth day the officer went, and said, ' Are you 
secesh yet?' The faithful old fellow, clapping his hands, said, < Bless de 
Lord, Massa, I is secesh yet." They then took him up to the general's, and 
put very large iron balls to his legs, and set him to splitting wood. Brother 
Alexander went by and saw him. It happened that the officer who was guard- 
ing him was the same who had searched our house, and arrested brother. 
Ho was cursing the poor old negro dreadfully ; said he ought to have a ball 
on his neck and one on both anus. The old fellow went on splitting, saying 
all the time, 'Bless de Lord. Massa, anywhere you -can put it. You, can 



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kill de body, but you can't kill de soul, and when dat gets to heaven it will 
be secesh yet.' Brother called to the officer, and said, ' Halloa, Grant, is 
that what you call freedom ?' Mother and John Godfrey M. were standing 
on the steps, laughing and talking. Just at the moment, some little 
children were laughing and making fun of the Yankees ; General Clusara 
passed by, and thought mother and John were laughing at him with the 
children, and took them both up to headquarters, where they were kept for 
several hours. So, you see we were not allowed even to laugh." 

THE UBIQUITOUS JACKSON ! WHERE IS HE? 

A citizen of Richmond was conversing with two wounded Federal officers 
on a train c.oming from the battle-field, when one of the latter remarked that 
McClellan was fully aware of all the movements of the Confederates — that 
nothing transpired on our lines of which he was not immediately informed. 
"Ah," said the citizen, "perhaps, then, you can tell me where Stonewall 
Jackson is at present." " Oh, yes," replied the Federal, " he is in the 
Valley, and has been largely reinforced." "Indeed," was the rejoinder ; 
" now what would you say if I was to tell you that Stonewall is now in the 
rear of your army on the Chickahominy, with a fair prospect of giving 
McClellan a worse rout than he gave Banks on the Shenandoah ?" The 
Federal started as if he had received another shock from a bomb-shell, and 
at once subsided into silence. 

FEMALE PATRIOTISM. 

The Mobile Tribune related an instance of female patriotism which is 
worthy of preservation. Mrs. Deborah Lansford, of Cherokee County, 
Mississippi, was in a dying condition, with no hope of recovery. While 
thus situated, she superintended the making of ten pairs of jeans pants for 
General Price's army, and made a last request of her husband that he 
should superintend the delivery of the present. Such is a single instance 
of the true patriotism that animates the noble mothers of our Confederacy. 

AN ITEM FOR THE NORTHERN PRESS. 

The Lynchburg Republican says, that in the interior of some of the 
Southern States flour is so scarce that children three and four years old 
have never seen biscuits. The fathor of a family being on a visit to Savan- 
nah, took home with him some buiscuits for his boys, aged three and five 
years old. Observing the eldest with a coal of fire on the top of his bis- 
cuit, he asked him what it meant. " To make the darned critter poke his 
head out," answered the boy; " that 's the way, dad, to make terrapins crawl.'' 
The father laughed a hearty haw, haw, and left. 
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Jo.S CLEANINGS FROM 

LAMAR FONTAINE ON A SCOUT. 

The Mobile Register published the following interesting letter from the 
father of Lamar Fontaine, author of " All quiet along the Potomac to- 
night:" 

Lamar is continually in the saddle, and employed in very hazardous en- 
terprises. His last feat of arms was the most daring he has yet performed. 

He left my house May 24, under orders from General Johnston, to 
bear a verbal dispatch to General Pemberton, in Vicksburg, and to carry a 
supply of percussion caps to our troops in that besieged city. I parted 
with him, hardly hoping ever to see him again alive; fori knew that Vicks- 
burg was closely invested on all sides. The enemy's lines of circumvalla- 
tion extended from Snyder's Bluff, on the Yazoo, to Warrenton, on the 
Mississippi, and the rivers and their opposite shores are filled and lined 
with their forces. 

He was well mounted, but was burdened with forty pounds of percussion 
caps, besides his blanket and crutches. He has no use of his broken leg, 
and cannot walk a step without a crutch ; and in mounting his horse, he has 
to lift it over the saddle with his right hand. But he accomplishes this 
operation with much dexterity, and without assistance. I loaned him a 
very fine sabre with a wooden scabbard, to prevent rattling, and a very 
reliable revolver, which has never missed fire when loaded by me. 

The family were called together for prayer, and we prayed fervently that 
the God of our fathers would shield him from all danger, and enable him to 
fulfil his mission to Vicksburg successfully, and give him a safe return to us 
all. I then exhorted him to remember that if it was the will of God for him 
to live and serve his country, all the Yankees owned by Lincoln could not 
kill him ; but if it was the divine will that he should die, he would be in 
as much danger at home as in Vicksburg, and death would certainly find 
him, no matter where he might be. I charged him to use his best endeav- 
ors to kill every one of the jackals who should attempt to stop his course, 
or come within the reach of his sword or pistol. 

He crossed the Big Black River that night, and the next day got be- 
tween their lines and the division of their army which was at Mechanics- 
burg. He hid his horse in a ravine, and ensconced himself in a fallen 
tree, overlooking the road during that clay. From his hiding-place he wit- 
nessed the retreat of the Yankees, who passed him in considerable haste 
and confusion. After their columns had gone by, and the night had made 
it safe for him to move, he continued his route in the direction of Snyder's 
Bluff. As he entered the telegraphic road from Yazoo City to Vicksburg, 
\\o. was hailed by a picket, but dashed by him. A volley was "fired at 
him by the Yankees. He escaped unhurt, but a Minie ball wounded his 
horse mortally. The spirited animal, however, carried him safely to the 



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bank of the Yazoo River, where he died, and left him afoot. He lost one 
of his crutches in making his escape. This was jerked from him by the 
limb of a tree, and he had no time to pick it up. 

With the assistance of one crutch, he carried his baggage and groped 
along the Yazoo until he providentially discovered a small log canoe, tied by 
a rope, within his reach. He pressed this into his service, and paddled 
down the river until he met three Yankee gunboats coming up to Yazoo 
City. He avoided them by running under some willows overhanging the 
water, and lying concealed until they passed. Soon afterwards he floated by 
Snyder's Bluff, which was illuminated, and alive with Yankees and negroes, 
participating in the amusement of a grand ball of mixed races. He lay 
flat in his canoe, which was nothing but a hollow log, and could hardly be 
distinguished from a piece of drift-wood — and glided safely through the 
gunboats, transports and barges of the amalgamationists. He reached the 
back water of the Mississippi before day, and in the darkness missed the 
outlet of the Yazoo, and got into " Old River." After searching in vain 
for a pass into the Mississippi, day dawned, and he discovered his mistake. 
He was forced to conceal his boat and himself, and lie by for another day. 
He had been two nights without food, and began to suffer the pangs of 
hunger. 

At night he paddled back into the Yazoo, and descended it to the Mis- 
sissippi, passing forty or fifty of the Yankee transports. Only one man 
hailed him, from the stern of a steamboat, and asked him where he v/as 
going. He replied that he was going to his fishing-lines. In the bend 
above Vicksburg he floated by the mortar fleet, lying flat in his canoe. The 
mortars were in full blast bombarding the city. The next morning he tied 
a white handkerchief to his paddle, raised himself up in the midst of our 
picket boats at Vicksburg, and gave a loud huzza for Jeff. Davis and the 
Southern Confederacy, amid the vivas of our sailors, who gave him a joyful 
reception, and assisted him to General Pemberton's quarters. 

After resting a day and night in the city, he started out with a dispatch 
from General Pemberton to General Johnston. He embarked on his same 
canoe, and soon reached the enemy's fleet below the city. He avoided their 
picket boats on both shores, and floated near their gunboats. He passed so 
near one of these that through an open port-hole he could see men playing- 
cards, and hear them converse. , At Diamond Place he landed, and bade 
adieu to his faithful " dugout." After hobbling through the bottom to the 
hills, l>e reached the residence of a man who had been robbed by the 
savages of all his mules and horses except an old worthless gelding and a 
half-broken colt. He gave him the choice of them, and he mounted the 
colt, but found that he traveled badly. Providentially, he came upon 
a very fine horse in the bottom, tied by a blind bridle, without a saddle. 



140 CLEANINGS FROM 

As a basket and an old bag were lying r.car him, be inferred that a negro 
bad left him there, and that a Yankee camp was not far distant. He ex- 
changed bridles, saddled the horse, and mounted him, after turning loose 
the colt. 

After riding so as to avoid the supposed position of the Yankees, he en- 
countered one of the thieves, who was returning to it from a successful 
plundering excursion. He was loaded with chickens and a bucket of honey. 
He commenced catechizing Lamar in true Yankee style, who concluded it 
best to satisfy his curiosity by sending him where he could know all that 
the devil could teach him. With a pistol bullet through bis forehead, he 
left him, With his honey and poultry, lying in the path, to excite the con- 
jectures of his fellow thieves. 

He approached with much caution the next settlement. There he hired 
a guide for fifty dollars to pilot him to Hankerson's Ferry, on Big Black 
Biver, which he wished to reach, near that point, without following any 
road. The fellow he hired proved to be a traitor. When he got near the 
ferry, Lamar sent him ahead to ascertain whether any Yankees were in the 
vicinity. The conversation and manners of the man had excited his sus- 
piciongj and as soon as he left him, he concealed himself, but remained 
where he could watch his return. He remained much longer than he ex- 
pected, but returned and reported that the way was open, and that no 
Yankees were near the ferry. After paying him, he took the precaution to 
avoid the ferry, and to approach the river above it, instead of following the 
guide's directions. By this he flanked a force of the Yankees posted to 
intercept him; -but as he entered the road near the river bank, one of them, 
who seemed to be on the right of a long line of sentinels, suddenly rose up 
within ten feet of him, and ordered him to halt. He replied with a pistol 
shot, which killed the sentinel dead, and, wheeling his horse, galloped 
through the bottom, up the river; but the Yankees sent a shower of balls 
after him, two of which wounded his right hand, injuring four of his fin- 
gers. One grazed his right leg, cutting two holes through his pantaloons, 
and another cut through one side of my sword-scabbard, spoiling its beauty, 
but leaving a mark which makes me prize it more highly. Seven bullets 
struck the horse, which reeled under him, but had strength and speed to 
bear him a mile from his pursuers before he fell and died. Lamar theu 
divided his clothes and arms into two packages, and swam Big Black Kiver 
safely. He did not walk far before a patriotic lady supplied him with the 
only horse she had — a stray one, which came to her house after the Yankees 
had carried off all the animals belonging to the place. On this he reached 
Ilaymond at two o'clock in the morning, changed bis horse for a fresh one, 
carried his dispatch to Jackson that morning, and rejoiced us all by an 
unexpected visit the same day. 



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SOUTHERN LADIES. 



A correspondent of the Charleston Courier writes : The indomitable 
spirit,, patriotic resolution, and heroic self-denial of the ladies of this Con- 
federacy is unconquerable. In Williamsburg, they cheered on our men, 
encouraged them by words and deeds, implored them to strike down the 
barbarian, and nest day refused to let any Federalist, officer or private, to 
pollute their threshholds. As an illustration: Two days before the battle, 
the wife of a certain hotel-keeper gave birth to a beautiful boy. The father 
and husband was in the Confederate service. When the place fell into the 
hands of the Federals, one of their officers came to her house and demanded . 
to see her. She arose, dressed herself, and met him at the door. " What 
do you wish of me?" said she. " I want to bring you before the general," 
was the response. " What for?" " Your husband is a rebel, and you have 
entertained rebels and given them information." " I understand it," said 
the heroine; " I keep a hotel; offices who defended my home lodged here; 
I wish I could inform them of the means of destroying all of your accursed 
horde, and I would cheerfully do so. You have come to arrest me, but that 
can be done only when you or I, one or the other, is dead ; elect your 
choice." And he left without her ! Speaking of this incident to General 
McClellan, Dr. Cullen recently said: "How can yen ever espect to con- 
quer a people whose women even are so unconquerable?" To which "the 
young Napoleon " responded by a despondent shake of his head. 

A BRAVE BOY. 

Among the many acts of heroic bravery, so widely circulated among the 
newspapers as stirring "scenes by flood and field," in the battle of Manassas 
Plains, on the 21st of July, 1861, none more justly deserves a passing me- 
mento than the gallant deportment of young David Myers, of Louisiana, a 
grand-son of Colonel David Myers, deceased, formerly of Richland District, 
South Carolina. 

This young soldier is only fourteen years old, and a member of Captain 
Gary's Company, in the Hampton Legion; and is a nephew of the Honorable 
Tilman Watson, of Edgefield District, whose name the company bears — the 
" Watson Guards." This little fellow deserted his military school at Aiken, 
and contrived to enlist secretly in a company for the defence of Charleston 
and the subjugation of Fort Sumter, without letting his father or any of 
his relatives know anything of his whereabouts, and lived so private at 
Morris' Island, during the siege there, that although he had two uncles 
(Senators in the State Legislature) in that city during the month of Janu- 
ary, who frequently visited the works and defences, they never dreamed that 
he was enrolled in the encampment as a soldier there, where he remained 
until the surrender by Major Anderson. 



ii'A GLEANINGS PROM 

This so fired his young heart that he then insisted, on going to Iris 
grand-mother's, in Edgefield District, that he should be permitted to join the 
Watson Guards, under Captain Gary; and said that he. was determined to 
fight the Yankees to the end of the war ; and his grand-mother at length 
yielded, and sent a big, strong negro fellow tp take care of him. On the 
day of the memorable battle, Dave was sick, and had been several days, but 
with a light breakfast and a blister on him the size of a breakfast-plate, he 
ran seven miles as well as any of thein, and when in the midst of the 
severest part of the fighting, after being five hours on foot, shot an officer, 
and advanced upon him, under a heavy fire, some distance in front of his 
company, and captured a sword from his person, which he now has in his 
own possession. He killed a soldier, and took his gun also, in another part 
of the fray. 

After the action, and subsequently to the disorderly retreat of the grand 
army, when once more upon his sick pallet, Mr. John Nicholson, a brother 
soldier who had more experience, advised him to go back to Richmond to 
recruit his health, but turning over, with his teeth firmly set, he declared 
that he would never do that until the Confederate army had captured the 
city of Washington. That nothing should deprive him of being present on 
that occasion, and true to his instincts, he is still lingering in the field, 
awaiting the slow but certain approaches of the army to that result. 

LAST MOMENTS OP CAPTAIN WISE. 

A letter, from Ronaoke Island, published in the New York Herald, gives 
the following report of a conversation which a Federal officer held with 
Captain 0. Jennings Wise, in his dying moments : 

While referring to the officers, it may be interesting to relate the particu- 
lars of an interview which took place between 0. Jennings Wise and Ma- 
jor Kimball, of the Ninth New York volunteers, who, it will be remembered, 
so gallantly led the charge of that regiment in the taking of the rebel bat- 
teries. The former, after his capture in the boat, was conveyed to the 
hospital near the above, where Major Kimball was introduced to him by 
Dr. Coles, of the Wise Legion. 

"I am sorry to see you under these circumstances," said Major Kimball, 
as the wounded man turned towards him, his face betraying the intense 
agony he endured; " I hope your injuries are not fatal, and that you will 
recover." 

Wise shook his head with an expression that showed his belief that his 
days were numbered. 

"I hope, Captain Wise," said Major Kimball, continuing, "that the 
time will come when we shall be re-united under that flasr — the Union 
colors." 



AN* ARMY NOTE-BOOK- 113 

Wise shook his head again, and, in a firm, bold tone, ejaculated, " Never ! 
never! We will never live under that flag again. Every man, woman and 
child in the South is willing to pour out the last drop of life's blood before 
it shall be so. You* may possibly annihilate us, but can never reduce us to 
the condition of a conquered province." 

"Well, Captain Wise," responded Major Kimball, "you cannot be igno- 
rant that the North is determined to enforce the laws and the Constitution, 
and have the Southern States acknowledge the supremacy of that flag. Our 
people are as firm as yours in the matter. But there is no use in discussing 
these affairs now. The war, I hope, will continue to be conducted on both 
sides in accordance with the principles of civilized nations." 

Wise replied he was glad it had been so far, and also hoped it would' con- 
tinue so. 

Major Kimball then offered the wounded man any assistance in his.power, 
for which Wise returned his thanks very warmly. The surgeons in atten- 
dance now interdicted any further conversation, owing to the weak condi- 
tion of their patient, who lingered on, until the next morning, when he 
died. 

A correspondent of the Richmond Disjiatch writes: 

When the steamer arrived at Currituck, General Wise directed that the 
coffin containing the remains of his son be opened., Then, I learn from 
those who were present, a scene transpired that words cannot describe. The 
old hero ben* over the body of his son, on whose pale face the full moon 
threw its light, kissed the cold brow many times, and exclaimed, in an 
agony of emotion : " 0,"my brave boy, you have died for me — you have died 
for me." 

That powerful old hero of Eastern Virginia, as famous for the generous 
impulses of his soul as for his indomnitable bravery and prowess — recover- 
ing now from his illness — and nerved, perchance, more strongly, by the 
great loss he has sustained, will fight the enemy with an energy and a de- 
termination that will scarcely be successfully resisted by the congregating 
enemies of freedom and humanity. 
* 

" was n't skeer'd." 

The Cincinatti Enquirer is responsible for the following: 
A republican gentleman of this city, in a recent visit to Washington, 
called upon. President Lincoln. In the course of the conversation, the visi- 
tor inquired if his excellency had not felt some alarm about the safety of 
the capital, to which the President gave the following classic reply: " O, 
the Cabinet were somewhat alarmed, but I was n't skeer'd a hooter." The 
visitor left profoundly impressed that the nation had the right man in the 
right place ! 



1-1 1 GLKANINUS FROTH 

THE HORRORS OF WAR. 

A correspondent of the Columbus Enquirer gives the following graphic 
and harrowing account of what he saw in a Richmond hosp.ital after the 
battles around that city : 

Soon after we "' stacked arms," several of us visited a. large hospital, which 
had just been built for the express purpose of accommodating the wounded 
of this battle ; and, oh, my Gro*d ! what a harrowing sight of human suffer- 
ing ! And if this picture be terrible, what must have been the bloody 
battle-field on which the noble fellows fought and fell! Here is a poor 
unfortunate, leaning on his last arm, looking so wistfully and sad, whose 
right arm has just gone, before the balance of his body, to its sepulture. 
There lies another, near him, whose leg has just been amputated. Another, 
as we pass along, pulls out a large Minie ball from his pocket, and, pointing 
to. a ghastly wound in his side, tells us how he suffered, as he lay, the long 
night through, without water, or food, or gentle words, on the field, just 
where he fell. We pass row after row of those wounded in the limbs ; for 
this class constituted, perhaps, four-fifths of the whole number. 

But away over yonder, in the corner of a building, where a large group 
are collected around the lowly couch of the sufferer, is the saddest sight of 
all. An intelligent looking man, some thirty -five or forty years of age, who 
was wounded in tlie abdomen the day before, is dying. His mother, sisters, 
wife — where are they ? Alas, they are, perhaps, at this moment, praying 
for his safe return. No familiar face meets his sinking vision, as his earnest 
eyes begin to glaze in death. But many of the noble hearted wives and 
daughters, and sisters of Richmond, like angels of mercy, crowd these halls 
of horrid suffering, and they gather kindly' around the stranger's humble 
bed, to wipe away death's gathering dews, and with their gentle ministra- 
tions, mitigate the agonies that crowd his mortal hour. God bless the noble 
ladies of Richmond. Every Southern soldier — wounded or well — is made 
the beneficiary of their unbounded hospitality. And they are kind and 
gentle even to the Yankee prisoners — the vandal thieves who started here 
to inaugurate a rule in Richmond like that which curses New Orleans. 

KEEN RETORT. 

"While the Yankee officers, captured by Forrest, at Murfreesboro', were 
passing Post Oak Springs, a lady of that village, at whom they stared 
rather impudently, sarcastically remarked that they were a good looking 
set of Yankees. " Yes, madam," responded one of the captured officers, 
" and we all wish to marry." 

" Well, sir," rejoined the lady, " when you have subjugated the South, 
or failing in that, emigrated to Liberia, I will guarantee each of you a robust, 
woolly-headed negro wife." 



AN ARMY NOTE-BOOK. 155 

A HEROIC GIRL. 
The Memphis Appeal relates one of the most heroic acts of the war, 
which occurred near Germantown, Tennessee. Two Federal soldiers entered 
the dwelling of an old citizen, and after being well treated, they demand- 
ed the old gentleman's money, and one of the ruffians sought to force a 
compliance with their demand by levelling his gun at the head of the house- 
The old lady interposed herself between -the gun of the miscreant and her 
husband, and while the coward hesitated to shoot, a- daughter of the aged 
couple came from an adjoining room, and seeing the situation of affairs, 
seized a double-barreled shot gun, with which she shot the ruffian through 
the head, killing him instantly. His companion fled, while the inmates of 
the house remained uninjured. i 

YANKEE OUTRAGES IN MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE. 

Captain Reading, a citizen of Memphis, having made his escape 
from that city, informed the editor of the Montgomery Advertiser, among 
other things, that the conduct of the Yankees to the inhabitants in the 
vicinity of Memphis was brutal in the extreme. They are literally no re- 
specters of persons. 'He related an instance of a lady living about six 
miles from Memphis, who was called upon by a gang of Yankee ma- 
rauders. The robbers took possession of the house and beautiful grounds, 
and ordered the servants to prepare dinner. After having satisfied their 
appetites, they amused themselves by disfiguring the grounds and portions 
of the house. Learning that the lady's husband and sons were in the 
Confederate army, the officer in command informed her that her property 
was confiscated, and spying a valuable cross suspended from her neok, he 
ordered her to give it up. This she refused to do, when he called on two 
of his men to hold her, while a third took off the cross. They stole her 
wedding-ring, and the miniature of a dead child, which she had in her 
possession. This is a sample of the way in which the Yankees are running 
up a huge debt of vengeance, which will yet be 'repaid with interest by the 
people, of the South. 

OLD STONEWALL'S SECRETS. 
It has come to be commonly said in camp that nobody knows Stonewall's 
secrets 'except his old negro body servant. Some one talking to the old 
negro asked him how he came to be so much in the confidence of his mas- 
ter. " Lord, sir," said he, " massa never tells me nothing, but the way I 
know is this — massa says his prayers twice a day, morning and night— but 
if he gets out of bed two or three times in the night to pray, you see I just 
commences packing my haversack, for I knows there will be the devil to 
pay next, day." 

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116 GLEANINGS FEOM 

AN INCIDENT ON THE KAPPAHANNOCK. 

The following extract from a letter from Fredericksburg, -written by an 
officer in General Lee's army, relates a pleasant incident in camp life, which 
no dottbt helped materially to relieve its monotony : 

It is acknowledged that the Federals, with all their faults, have some 
capital bands in their ranks. One of these organizations came down 
to the river side opposite Fredericksburg, and favored our boys (who 
had gathered in large numbers to listen) with a variety of popular pieces, 
in the best style. Applause from the audience on each side followed. The 
band then struck up " Dixie," and executed it in a credible manner. At 
its conclusion, our soldiers sent up such a shout as made the welkin ring. 
This was followed by " Yankee Doodle," when a burst of applause from the 
Federals followed. Finally, the band played " Home, Sweet Home," a 
melody which all could feel and appreciate ; and when it was hushed, such 
a shout went up from both armies as I doubt- has ever been heard on 
earth. I looked around me, and saw tears coursing down many a furrowed 
and battle-worn cheek, and if the frantic cheers that went up from the 
other side, of the river were any criterion, our neighboring enemies were as 
much affected. 

A HOUSEHOLD ANGEL. 

The editor of the Knoxville Register relates the following touching 
incident: 

After the battle of Sharpsburg, we passed over a line of railroad in Cen- 
tral Georgia. The disabled soldiers from General Lee's armies were return- 
ing to their homes. At every station, the wives and daughters of the 
farmers came on the cars and distributed food and wines and bandages 
among the sick and wounded. We shall never forget how very like an 
au gel was a pretty little girl; how blushihgly and modestly she went to a 
real rude, bearded soldier, who had carved a crutch from a rough plank to 
replace a lost leg; how this little girl asked him if he was hungry, and 
bow he ate like a famished wolf. She asked if his wound was painful, and 
in a voice of soft, mellow accents, " Can I do nothing more for you 1 I am 
so sorry that you are so badly hurt; have you a little daughter,, and won't 
she cry when she sees you ?" The rude soldier's heart was touched, and 
tears of love and gratitude filled his eyes. He only answered, "T have 
three little children. God grant that they may be such angels as you." 
With an evident effort, he repressed a desire to kiss the fair brow of the 
pretty little girl. lie took her little hand between both his own, and bade 
her " good-bye, God bless you." This child will always be a better woman 
because of these lessons of practical god-like charity stamped ineffaceably 
upon her young heart. 



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.THE LADIES 05 FREDERICKSBURG", VIRGINIA. 

A gentleman, highly esteemed by his numerous friends in the army for 
his hospitality and kindness to the soldiers, for whom a seat is always re- 
served, as well as for his numerous other attractive characteristics, not the 
least of which is having his home graced by three beautiful daughters, find- 
ing it impossible to obtain even a temporary residence in the country, 
resolved to remain in town during "the bombardment, and, if possible, to 
protect his house and property from plunder. After the town was occupied 
by the enemy, he was seized by a couple of soldiers and taken before the 
colonel of one of the regiments occupying the town, without even knowing 
the charge upon which he was arrested. His -eldest daughter, one of the 
most beautiful and accomplished young ladies in the city, hearing of the 
circumstance a moment after its occurrence, immediately set out to find her 
father, whom she soon overtook, and accompanied to the presence of the 
colonel. <<Sir," said she, "my father has been arrested without a charge, 
and is innocent of any crime. I have come to ask his release. Your men 
are more than cowards — they are fiends." " Madam," replied he, "'you are 
right, they are fiends ; your father is at liberty to accompany you home." 
Before they had returned home, a party of drunken soldiers, accompanied 
by an officer, had gathered in front of the house, apparently, with the inten- 
tion of offering further violence or insult, while the ladies and children 
were left without a protector. No sooner had the second daughter (who is 
also a lovely and .interesting lady) noticed this, than she drew an old family 
sword from its scabbard, and placed herself in the door-way, a.nd defied them 
to enter the house. In .vain did the officer protest and advise. With Spar- 
tan courage, she still held her place. " Madam," said he, "you are excited." 
"Not a bit, sir; I am only determined that the first one who enters that 
gate will find it to his cost." And thus she remained until the return of 
her. father, who relieved her from her unpleasant but responsible post as 
protector of the family. Can such heroism be surpassed ? A Yankee gen- 
eral, found in one house a lady guarding her household. ""Madam," said 
he, "you are in danger ; will you not go beyond the river?" " No, sir/ 
she replied, " I have no more business beyond that river than a Yankee has 
in heaven." " Have you a husband in the Confederate army V was next 
asked. "No, sir, I have a son ; but if my husband does not now enlist, and 
avenge the wrongs that this town has suffered, I will disown him." 
"Madam," replied the officer, "I admire your spirit; while I remain here, 
your person and property shall be protected." The same officer was after- 
wards heard to exclaim, " I would rather face the whole Confederate army 
than the women of Fredericksburg." 



LIS GLEANINGS FROM 

' " OLD BLIZZARD." 

The Fort Pemberton correspondent of the Jackson Appeal said of Gen- 
eral Win. Loring : 

General Loring is called " Old Blizzard !" throughout the whole camp, 
from the following circumstances : The day before the enemy came down, it 
was determined to remove a heavy gun from the right wing of our works to 
the left. It was brought over, but the "mud was so deep that' the gun stuck 
fast about twenty steps from the platform upon which it had to be placed. 
General Loring came up in person and assisted in getting it out of its 
perilous position. He urged the men to renewed labor, telling them the 
smoke of the gunboats was not more than twelve hundred yards distant*. A 
desperate attempt was made, and the gun was got into position, just as the 
boat got in sight. He jumped up on a cotton bale upon the parapet, took 
off his hat and waved it, shouting: "Now, boys, give them a, blizzard!" 
The conical messenger was sped, and we had the satisfaction of seeing it 
strike the guubpat in the bow. 

DEPARTURE OS CONFEDERATES FROM NEW ORLEANS. 

A writer in the Jackson Appeal furnishes the subjoined graphic descrip- 
tion of scenes and incidents attending the departure of paroled Confederate 
prisoners from New Orleans :. 

The clay has risen which, to all our city, is a day most memorable — one 
which, when even thought of, will make the blood of every Southerner — of 
every man — bound more quickly — of one of the events which would alone 
raise a barrier between the North and South; which even sdrred the 
slugglish blood in the coward veins of those of Louisiana's sons who have 
basely stayed at home, hoping to profit by and: enjoy the liberties, their 
noble brethren will win. Friday, the 20th of February, was one of Louis- 
iana's sweetest -days. 'I will venture to say that the subject discussed at 
every breakfast table that day was the great event all had been looking for- 
ward to — the departure of our paroled prisoners. All were enjoying the 
idea that, though but for a few brief hours, we should enjoy the sight of the 
dear grey uniform again on our streets. The humblest that wore it — no 
matter how rough the material — was looked upon as a hero; was followed 
by the loving eyes of all; was bid God-speed by the lips of the old, the 
young, the beautiful. Nine o'clock came. Our streets commenced to fill. 
At eleven, there was not a gallery, window, house-top, from Canal street as 
far as the eye could reach, that was not crowded. A little later the levee, 
from the river's bank to the sidewalk, was impassible. The boat on which 
our boys were to leave lay near the foot of Canal street. It was to leave at 
one o'clock. The deck was already filling fast with the prisoners, and at 



AN ARMY NOTE-BOOK. 119 

each fresh arrival the crowd would cheer, wave their 'handkerchiefs and 
little flags. 

Suddenly we were addressed from the top of a barrel, by a little, sneaking 
Yankee, who, in a voice tremulous for fear, said : " This crowd is ordered to 
disperse ; thirty minutes is given to it." No move followed. Suddenly a 
company of infantry appeared upon the scene; marched rapidly through 
the crowd to the river brink ; formed in a long line, and when ordered to 
charge, deliberately and boldly walked forward, bayonets fixed, tipon the 
crowd of women and children, who moved slowly before them, most of the 
ladies waving their handkerchiefs over their shoulders, defiantly, in the face 
of the Yankee scamps. As soon as they were pressed on to the pavement, 
the ladies, instead of retreating, coolly flanked the line of soldiers, and re- 
turned to their post. This was constantly repeated. Suddenly, along 
thundered three companies of cavalry and artillery. One noble woman, 
nothing daunted, went further up the river, and our levee, for the rest of 
Friday, was lined with the crowd to Carroilton. At about eight in the 
evening, we heard the prisoners would not leave till the nest day. The 
crowd on the street disappeared. Many a husband then went home, ex- 
pecting to find a wife or child there for whom he had been hunting all day ; 
and many were disappointed. Many a father that night nursed a mother- 
less babe, and probably learned to appreciate more fully the value of a wife. 
When driven off the levee, many ladies got on the steamer Laurel Hill. 
She is under Yankee control. They were ordered ashore, but refused to 
go. The captain then put out into the stream. Instead of frightening the 
ladies, the act only roused them, and the boat, from the number of hand- 
kerchiefs waving, looked as" though covered with a cloud. I never heard 
such cheering. They were carried past the prisoners' boat and down to 
English turn, where they were kept all day. At about six in the evening, 
they were brought back to the city. Upon coming to the wharf, instead of 
landing in submissive silence, they struck up the "Bonny Blue Flag." A 
file of soldiers was. then taken on board, and the boat put off again. 

The ladies were kept on board all night without any place to sleep or sit 
upon, and nothing to eat but a few musty biscuits. They were landed at 
eleven o'clock on Saturday morning. Of course, as there were about four 
hundred on board, there was a large crowd of friends and relatives on the 
levee to see them land, which they were not allowed to do until the crowd 
was again ordered to disperse.. Our brave foes even went into the houses 
and drove the ladies from the, windows and galleries. In one house, where 
there was a large party of friends, they went in and ordered them to leave. 
The ladies started to do so, and the Yankees leit. No sooner had they 
turned their backs than the ladies returned to their places, waving and 
calling out once more, " Good-bye, dear Confederates !" Again the Yan- 



150 GLEANINGS FROM 

kees returned. This was repeated three times, until they drove the ladies 
out. Amusing incidents were so plentiful that day that I could fill your 
paper with their recital, and then not recount one-half. But one I must 
mention. It was that of an old French lady, who, when the Yankees 
attempted to drive her at the point of the bayonet, placed herself behind a 
big fat darkey, and told the Yankees, ." if you try to stick me, you will have 
to do it through your dearest friend and sister." She maintained her post. 
They were insulted that day in every manner. I saw one lady break her 
umbrella over a soldier's head. The scene beggars description. If there 
was one, there was a concourse of thirty thousand. A negro girl said, 
" well, if I 've got to be sent to the forts, it shall be for something— -hurrah 
for Jeff Davis ! hurrah for Beauregard !" Just then a soldier made a kind 
of lunge at her, and over she rolled; she picked herself up, and got off, 
still hurrahing. Many ladies were arrested for waving flags, but were 
mercifully and generously dismissed the next day. 

AFRAID OF FIRE. 

Colonel , with his regiment, was being carried in a train to Grenada, 

Mississippi, and, like a great many warriors who have never drawn their 
battle-blade, he was more infemperate in the expression of his valor than 
comported with a nice discretion or the modesty which accompanies bravery. 
He was like the Irishman at Donneybrook, "spilen for a fight," and 
could n't get anybody to tread on his coat taii. When the conductor asked 
for his ticket, the colonel wanted to know if he intended it for an insult, 
and the meek " no, sir," in reply, seemed rather to disappoint our hero. At 
last, however, a chance occurred. The journal of one of the cars became 
heated from the friction, and the oil and cotton used to grease the wheels 
took fire and blazed up, awaking the colonel from his nap. He was furious, 
swore that the conductor had set the cars on fire, and he woulrl blow his 
d — d head off on sight. 

The train stopped, and out jumped the colonel and the conductor, face 
to face. 

"What in the h — 1 do you mean, setting this car on fire?" exclaimed 
the former. 

"Why, colonel, you ain^, afraid of that little fire, are you?" asked the 
conductor. 

" Yes, by — , I am, and if you try it again, I'll blow your head off." 

" Well, colonel, if that little fire scares you, you had better not go to 
Grenada, I tell you, for the Yankees won't let you stay there five minutes." 

This cured the colonel of looking up a fight, and he is now always ready 
to take a hand when required^ but don't go out of his way in search of 
one. 



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THE DYING SOUTH CAROLINIAN. 

"Next morning after the battle of Gaines' Mills, as I was looking for iin- 
pliments with which to bury the dead of my company, I came upon a quiet 
spot where the ambulance corps had brought together a number of our poor 
fellows, too desperately wounded to be carried even to the field hospitals in 
tlie rear. Here they could conveniently be furnished with water, and the 
few other comforts which their condition allowed during their remaining 
hours. My attention was particularly attracted to one whose stalwart form 
and manly features made him a marked object, even among the heroes who 
lay around him. It was evident; that his end was nigh, though his face was 
calm and his eye still bright. 

" Going to hini, I inquired if he was much hurt. He replied : ' Yes, I 
must soon die/ and showed me his wound. A grape-shot had shattered his 
Bhoulder, and penetrated deeply into his vitals. He said the shot still re- 
mained in his body. Struck with the resigned expression of his edunte- 
nance, I asked him of his preparation to meet death. He told me that 
'before he left home, he had 4 been a careless sinner, but since entering the 
the army, he had been reading his Bible, and this had led him to serious 
reflection ; and now, that he was about to die, he felt that, though a great 
sinner, he could trust in Jesus Christ for salvation. He had but one regret, 
and that was, the thought of how much pain his death would give his 
sisters and his aged father, whose only son he was.' Tears trickled down 
the cheeks of the dying soldier, as he spoke of the grief these loved ones 
at home would suffer. Still his language Was that of perfect resignation to 
the will of God. 

" My duty allowed me but a few moments to stay with him, and with a few 
words appropriate to his situation, I pressed his hand and bade him ' good- 
bye,' commending him to the blessing of God. My regiment was soon 
ordered forward in pursuit of the enemy, and I never saw the young man 
more. But I have often thought of him, and it has frequently occurred to 
me that it might be a consolation to his friends at home, to know the happy 
and peaceful frame of mind in which he met death, and which, perhaps, 
he may never have made known to any one but myself — a total stranger. 

" I would have written privately to his friends, but I knew not how to 
direct the letter. I only remember that he said he was an only son, that 
he had sisters and a father at home, and that his name was Nesbitt, of York 
District, South Carolina." * 

THE NEW CONFEDERATE FLAG. 

The first use made of the new Confederate flag in Kichmoud was to en- 
wrap the remains of the departed chieftain Jackson. 



irC GT-KANTNOS FROM 

FUN IN ABE'S CAMP. 

(Some of the hordes of Abe Lincoln have fun in them, and seem to be 
livln"- " in clover." Head the following Washington letter : 

I am living luxuriously, at present, on the top of a very respectable fence, 
and fare sumptuously on three granite biscuits a day, and a glass of water 
weakened with brandy. A high private in the Twenty-Second Regiment 
has promised to let me have one of his square pocket-handkerchiefs for a 
sheet the first rainy night, and I never go to bed on my comfortable willow 
brush without thinking how many poor creatures there are in this world 
who have to sleep on hair mattresses and feather beds all their lives. Be- 
fore the great rush of Fire Zouaves and the rest of the menagerie com- 
menced, I boarded exclusively on a front stoop in Pennsylvania avenue, and 
used to slumber, regardless of expense, in a well-conducted, ash box; but 
the military monopolize all such accommodations now, and I give way for 
the sake of my country. 

I tell you, my boy, we're having high old times here ,just now, and if 
they get any higher, I shan't be able to afford to stay. The city is " in 
danger" every hour, and, as a veteran in the Fire Zouaves remarked, there 
fleems to be enough danger lying around loose on Arlington Heights to make 
a very good blood-and-thunder fiction, in numerous pages. If the vigilant 
and well educated sentinels happen to see a nigger on the tipper side of the 
Potomac, they sing out : " Here they come !" and the whole blessed army 
is snapping caps in less than a minute. 

Then all the reporters telegraph to their papers in New York and Phila- 
delphia that " Jeff. Davis is within two minutes' walk of the capitol, with a 
few millions of men," and all the free States send six more regiments 
apiece to crowd us a little more. I shan't stand much more crowding, for 
my fence is full now, and there was six applications yesterday to rent an 
improved knot hole. My landlord says that if more than three chaps set 
up house-keeping on one post, he '11 be obliged to raise the rent. 

The greatest confidence in General Scott is felt by all, and it would do 
you good to see the gay old hero take the oath. He takes it after every 
meal, and the first thing when he gets up in the morning. 

Those Fire Zouaves are fellows of awful suction, I tell you. Just for 
greens, I asked one of them what he came here for ? " Hah !" says 
he, shutting, one eye, " we came here, to strike for your altars and your 
fires — especially your fires." General Scott says that if he wanted these 
chaps to break through the army of the foe, he'd have-a fire-bell rung for 
pome district on the other side of the rebels. He says that a half a million 
of traitors could not keep the Fire Zouaves out of that district five minutes. 
I believe him, my boy. 



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FEDERAL RULE IN NEW ORLEANS REVELATIONS OF AN EYE WITNESS. 

General Butler wore a coat of mail, which was clearly discernible under 
his clothes, and extended to his hips. In his office, two revolvers lay con- 
tinually on his desk, which he often handled, to impress or intimidate. 
Until after the entire population had been disarmed, he never appeared on 
the streets except in a carriage, with three orderly sergeants, and surrounded 
by a troop of horsemen, all armed to the teeth. As he lay stretched back 
on the cushions, his glances were as cruel, restless and suspicious as a tiger- 
cat's. His behavior was full of ostentation and bravado. His manners 
showed him to have been bred in a vulgar station, and no glitter of authority 
could impress the beholder that he was aught but a parvenu and a pretender. 
One of Butler's pets is "Colonel" Jonas K. French, whilom provost 
marshal general of Louisiana, but degraded by Banks to be a police officer 
in New Orleans — a place which he accepted rather than join the army at 
Baton Rogue. In the first named office this man committed unparalleled 
extortions and outrages Although entitled to nothing but his pay as a 
captain on staff, his profits were from one to two thousand dollars per day. 
When Banks arrived to supersede Butler, he directed his staff officers to 
make inquiries in a quiet way among the citizens, and was soon convinced 
that the stories about French were more than exaggerated. The "colonel," 
who is b} r trade a soap pedlar, and is a showy looking fellow, is the leader 
of the Yankee ton. During Butler's reign, French had three carriages, 
wit!) a span of bloods for each, four buggies, and several saddle horses. He 
is now reduced to locomotion. 

Every fine residence in New Orleans is occupied by Yankees. The 
house of Mr. Rurget, on Itampart street, has .been the headquarters of 
Brigadier General Arnold, who, while laboring under a surfeit of Mr. Sur- 
get's wines, had the city cars passing in front, to travel at a snail's. pace, 
that all might know that his highness was ailing. The paintings and fur- 
niture have all been sent away, and the cellar emptied. Lacock's house, 
close by, is the barracks of the Twelfth Maine. Mr. J P Harrison's -is now 
inhabited by Banks and his family, and Sheppard Brown's, by Governor 
Shepley. A beautiful house on Prytania street, above Jackson street, was 
taken by some officers of the line, who, on being called to the field, left 
their paramours in possession, and the house is now a common brothel. 
George Eustis', Judge B,ost's, and scores of other private dwellings, have 
undergone the same pollution. Butler seized the house of Br. Campbell for 
his family, appropriated the sumptuous furniture and plate, and had a 
lieutenant and two privates sent to Fort Jackson with ball and chain for 
two years for stealing two of his silver spoons, marked with Dr. Campbell's 
initials. 

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154 GLEANINGS FROM 

A poor Irish woman, far advanced in pregnancy, was heard, by one of 
Butler's innumerable spies, to say that the priest had told, her under no 
circumstances to take the oath. She was dragged before the general,. who 
flew into one of his paroxisms, heaped upon her the foulest epithets, and 
directed an orderly to confine her in a dark room, on bread and water, until 
she divulged the name of her reverend adviser. This she refused to do, 
and she was probably released by Banks. 

The most disgusting and characteristic act of the hyena's career, (more 
revolting even than his causing the tomb of General Albert Sydney John- 
ston to be burst open, and his coffin searched for gold and silver,) was the 
affair of Mrs. Phillips. This lady is the wife of a gentleman in Alabama, 
who was formerly M. C, from that State, and law partner of the Hon. 
llevcrdy Johnson. She was standing on her balcony adjoining, when the 
funeral of a lieutenant, killed whilst marauding near Baton Bouge, passed 
along the street. Being observed by an officer to smile at some remark, 
she was forthwith reported to the commander-in-chief, who had her arrested 
and brought before him on the charge of indecently rejoicing at the Yan- 
kee's death. He offered her the alternative of the oath and a public apology 
or unlimited solitary confinement at Ship Island. She refused the 
apology and the perjury, and was subsequently sent down to the island. 

About the same time, a man named Kellar, who keeps an old bookstore, 
labelled the skull of a Mexican, which had been left in pawn by a medical 
student, with the word " Chicahominy," and placed it in his show window. 
Bor this grave offence he also was condemned to Ship Island, and the gen- 
eral order published on the subject stated that he should "be allowed no 
communication, verbal or otherwise, with any person on the island, except 
with Mrs. Phillips." Kellar, who is a man of family, was induced to be- 
lieve this was the notorious Matilda Phillips, a wealthy courtesan, as well, 
known in New York, Boston and San Francisco, as in .New Orleans, begged 
this part of the order to be rescinded. Accordingly, another general order 
was promulgated, abrogating " so much of general order No. — as author- 
ized the said Kellar to hold communication witll Mrs. Phillips." Such was 
General Butler's subterfuge, striking at the good name of a virtuous wife 
and good mother, to relieve himself of the odium attached to his unmanly 
conduct. 

"Are there no bolts in heaven, save what serve for the thunder?" 

Another general order was published, advising the negroes that whenever 
a slave reported his or her master or mistress for having weapons concealed 
about their dwellings, and the weapons were found as reported, the slave 
should be liberated directly, and the owner incarcerated. The result has 
been, in instances without number, that the slaves have thrown old muskets, 



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sabres or pistols into obscure corners with their own hands, given the infor- 
mation, been freed, and their innocent masters are now suffering on the 
dreary sands of Ship Island, with ball and chain, hard labor, and salt-horse 
rations. The testimony of a slave is received without comment or objection. 
The indignant remonstrance of a Confederate is cut short with "Silence, 
sir! the oath of a traitor and a rebel is not worth that of a loyal black." 

HAD ONE OP THEM. 

A gentleman who was at Manassas, saw a negro man, belonging to an 
Alabama officer, march a Zouave into camp. The negro, a short, thick-set 
fellow, had two guns on his shoulder, and drove his prisoner before him. 
The Zouave was a pert looking fellow, and wore his arm in a sling in con- 
sequence of his wound. As the negro reached the company in .which the 
officer was standing, he handed over his prize, saying : "Massa, here one 
ub dese debbils who ben shooting at us, sah." 

" WHO 'S DAT ? " 

Last night, I called on Colonel Scott, of the Louisiana cavalry. You have 
often heard of him in western campaigns. While in Kentucky, his negro 
boy, who has followed him since the war began, disrobed a dead Yankee, 
and assumed the garb of a Federal sergeant. While on his way to Rich- 
mond, a ventriloquist, one of the tribe of Benjamin, learned the story con- 
nected with the negro's apparel After nightfall, when the negro was 
nodding, with a valise between his feet, a deep-toned voice proceeded from it- 

Voice — I say, Sam, wake up; them's my clothes you've got on. 

Sam — Who 's dat ? 

(The colonel said that Sam's eye-balls protruded a foot when the carpet- 
sack began the colloquy. ) 

Voice— I'm Ichabod Smith, of the Thirteenth Connecticut, killed at 
Lexington, Kentucky. You robbed me of my clothes. 

£am— Fore God, massa Yankee, I did n't spec you'd want 'em no more. 

Voice — Off with 'em, d — n you. 

In less than a minute Sam shucked himself. There he stood in the fire- 
less car, on a cold winter night. His teeth chattering, his napped wool 
straightened, and his eyes rolling about in the agony of hopeless terror. 
Never since has Sam touched the Yankee clothing. He wears the tattered 
homespun which he donned at the beginning of the war. When he reaches 
Knoxville, supply his wardrobe with apparel, with the certificate that it was 
never woven nor worn in New England, and Sam will live and die a happier 
man. He has, like the rest of us, a holy horror of Puritanism, in dress, 
religion and politics, especially in the matter of dress. 



156 GLEANINGS FROM 



KEEPING COOL. 



Burin"- the fh'ht at Manassas, a captain of a Brooklyn company was sitting 
down by the side of a brook, out of the way of the shot, when one of his 
men came down to fill his canteen. He said : " Our first lieutenant is dead, 
sir, and the second one on the ground wounded." lie replied: "I told them 
it would be so if they staid there," and continued fanning himself. 

DISGRACEFUL. 

A gentleman at the Twenty-Seventh Precint Station directed the atten- 
tion of the police to an outrageous affair, which, he said, had taken place 
at Washington Market. Mr. John Matthews, of the Tire Zouaves, he 
says, brought with him from Virginia a little mulatto boy, whom he kept 
at his fish* stand, 335 Washington Market. During the absence of Mr. 
Matthews, several loafers took hold of the boy, and, lifting him by the seat 
of his breeches, threw him on his head to test the hardness of his skull, 
which entertainment resulted in the poor boy's head being severely bruised. 
The experiment was repeated until the boy was knocked senseless. No 
arrests were made, but the brutes are I: uown. 

AUNT ESTCY. 

Amongst the ordnance captured by our troops at Manassas was one old 
piece, of very heavy calibre, which the Lincoln soldiers had dubbed " Aunt 
Betsy." This favorite old gun was ordered to " Scwell's Point," and as it' 
passed along the streets in Bichmond, one of the wounded Hessians hap- 
pened to raise his head, and discovering the old gun, exclaimed : " I will 
be d — d if they aint got Aunt Betsy, too." 

THE " ONE HUNDRED " CALIFORNIA CAVALRY WHAT THEY HAVE DONE 

AND WHAT THEY ARE TO DO. 

The astonishing feats already performed, and the still more daring and 
brilliant exploits in store for the California cavalry, recently arrived at Bos- 
ton, are thus detailed in the Herald, of that city : 

Our citizens have done well to give the excellent cavalry company from 
California a fitting welcome. The members of the company are all fine 
fellows, every inch men, and are true Iwvers'of their country, for the ser- 
vice of which they have cheerfully left remunerative employment in Cali- 
fornia, which is entirely out of the draft, and have buckled on the harness 
of war. Their arrival here, and especially their appearance in the streets 
of Boston, have excited the liveliest curiosity of our citizens, who have 
been lull of wonder to know what the Caliiornians were like, how many 
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are themselves white men or aboriginees of the western coast. Conse- 
quently, we have heard the most marvelous stories about our guests. It 
has been currently reported in one place of popular resort, that every man 
in the company could pick an apple from the ground on the point of his 
sword while riding at a full gallop. In another place, we heard that the 
men were native Californians, very expert with the lasso, and that they had 
been brought east expressly to get Jeff. Davis, Bob Lee and old Stoixewall 
Jackson " on a string;" and they certainly brought their lassoes with them, 
one ot them having been seen by a member of the Charlestown surprise 
party. 

It is common talk that the men ride with equal facility and grace on the 
top or bottom of a horse, and that when they make a charge nothing will 
be visible but the tails of the horses. We have heard an absolute state- - 
ment, moreover, that when the rolls for enlisting the company were opened, 
two hundred thousand men put their names down, and this hundred were 
chosen alter a trial in a grand tournament, in which they overthrew all 
competitors, killing many. Our fellow-citizens seem to be so well informed, 
we can tell them but little that will be new about the Californiins. 

We desire to add, however, on idubitable testimony, that each of these 
gallant fellows has a thousand scalps, which he has taken from the wildest 
Indians of the mountains, without the consent of the owners, and that their 
favorite sport is to go bird-nesting, mounted upon the agile mustang, which 
climbs a tree with perfect ease and safety. The bad feature of the case is 
this — they have been so accustomed to riding horseback that they cannot 
walk a step, and if one has a horse killed under him, he is obliged to throw 
his lasso and catch another before he can do the enemy any further injury. 
With this slight drawback, the men are all that can be expected of civilized 
white men who were born in houses. 

AEEAD OP ALL. 

Many are the jokes got up in camp, but we think this one will "extri- 
cate the dilapidated linen from the shrubbery." Since the publication of 
the chaplain story, a friend told us the following: Colonel A. and Colonel B. 
were commanders of rival regiments in the same brigade. Each anxiously 
watched the other, to prevent being outstripped in efficiency. One day B. 
was startled by hearing that a revival was going on in A.'s regiment. He 
immediately turned round to his adjutant, and instructed him to issue a 
general order convening a revival forthwith. He then made inquiry as to 
the progress of the revival in A.'s regiment, and learning that fifteen had 
been baptized, he ordered the adjutant to make a detail of twenty men t 
be baptized forthwith, " for," says he, "I'll be hanged if I don't get ahead 
of A. this time." 



o 



1;">S GLEANINGS FROM 

AN EXEMPTION STORY. 

A Western paper relates the following exemption story : 
" Doctor, if the lame foot won't answer, I have another all-sufficient 
reason — one that you* cannot refuse me exemption for." " What is it?" 
asked the doctor. " Why, the fact is, doctor, I have not good sense ; I am 
an idiot," solemnly replied the applicant. " Ah !" said the doctor, " what 
proof have you of that ? What evidence can you bring?" "Proof con- 
clusive," said the applicant. " Why, sir, I voted for Jim Buchanan; and 
if that is n't proof of a man's being a d— d idiot, I do n't know how idiocy 
could be proven." 

GENERAL JOHNSTON AND JUDY PAXTON. 

We heard of a little incident that may profit some of our Northern 
foes if this paper fall into their hands, and they will take trouble' 
to peruse it. 

General Joe Johnston was receiving his friends at the Lamar House. 
He was surrounded with many gallant officers who had called to pay 
their respects, and conversation was at flood tide, when there came a 
smart rap at the door. An officer, shining with stars and gold lace, opened 
the door, and there stood a venerable negro woman with a coarse sun-bonnet 
on her head, and a cotton umbrella under her arm. 

" Is this Mr. Johnston's room ?" asked the American lady of African 
descent. 

The glittering officer nodded assent. 

" Mister Joe Johnston's room 1" 

Assent being again condescended, the swarthy woman said : " I want to 
see him." In she marched, sans ceremonie, and familiarly tapped the great 
military chieftain on the shoulder. He turned and clasped her bony hands 
in his, while she, for a moment, silently perused his features. At length 
she spoke : 

" Jiister Joe, you is getting old." 

Yv r hat followed ? We cannot record the conversation, but we do know 
that as the general affectionately held his nurse's hand, and answered her 
artless inquiries, large tears rolled down his soldierly cheek, and among 
the dashing and reckless officers who witnessed the interview, " albeit, un- 
used to the melting mood," there was not a dry eye. We may say, in the 
words of a well known ethiopian ditty, " the tears fell down like rain." 

The venerable negress, who made the commander of the armies of the 
West cry like a baby, was Judy, slave of Dr. Paxton, who had "toted" Joe 
in her arms when he was not a general, and nobody knew that he 
would be. 



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A captain of Munford's cavalry, (Second Virginia,) on picket after the 
battle of Fredericksburg, was accosted by the Yankee picket opposite to 
him, with the query — "Have you a sorry corporal with you?" "No," 
answered the captain, " but what do you want with him V " We want to 
trade you Burnside for him," was the reply. 

A YANKEE BRIGADIER AND A VIRGINIA MATRON. 

The Richmond correspondent of the Memphis Appeal tells the the fol- 
lowing good story of Stonewall Jackson in the Valley : 

A Yankee brigadier, excessively pompus and conceited, formed much 
after the model of the lamented John Pope of sorrowful memory, was gas- 
conading in the presence of a worthy Virginia matron, living not far from 
Martinsburg, of his own military prowess, and was bitterly satirical on 
Jackson's personal appearance. He said that in one of the battles in the 
valley he had been thrown very near the great secesh general, and might 
very easily have killed or made him a prisoner, but that he could not have 
supposed such an uncouth, clownish, ill-bred looking fellow to be the much- 
lauded hero of the rebel cause. " You kill General Jackson, or make him 
a prisoner," said the noble woman, " why, sir, if you had suspected for a 
moment that you were in ten steps. of General Jackson, you would have 
put spurs to your horse, and never stopped running till you had crossed the 
Potomac !" 

THE MARTYR MOMFORD, OF NEW ORLEANS. 

Governor Moore, in his annual message to the people of Louisiana, said : 
The noble heroism of the patriot Mumford has placed his name high on 
the list of martyred sous. When the Federal army reached New Orleans, 
a squad of marines was sent ashore, who hoisted their flag on the mint. 
The city was not occupied by the United States troops, nor had they 
reached there. The place was not in their possession. William B. Mum- 
ford pulled down the detested symbol with his own hands, and for that was 
condemned to be hung by General Butler, after his arrival. Brought in 
full view of the scaffold, his murderers hoped to appall his heroic soul by 
the exhibition of the implements of ignominious death. With the evidence 
of their determination to consummate their brutal purpose before his eyes, 
they offered him life on the condition that he would abjure his country, 
and swear allegiance to her foe. He spurned the offer. Scorning to stain 
his soul "with such foul dishonor, he met his fate courageously, and has 
transmitted to his fellow-countrymen a fresh example of what men will' do 
and dare when under the inspiration of fervid patriotism. I shall not 
forget the outrage.of his murder, nor shall it pass unatoned. 



1(10 OLEANlNOS FROM 

NORAH M'CARTEi". 

Thus far, Missouri has the hetter of other scats of hostility for the real 
romance of war. Most assuredly, the fight there has been waged with 
fiercer earnest than almost anywhere else. The remote geography of the 
country, the rough, unhewn character of the people, the intensity- and 
ferocity of the passions excited, and the general nature of the complicity 
reduced to a warfare essentially partisan and frontier, gave to its progress a 
wild aspect, peculiarly susceptible to deeds, and suggestive of thoughts, 
of romantic interest. None of these struck us more forcibly than the story 
of Norah McCartey, the Jeanic Beans of the West. 

She lived in the interior of Missouri — a little, pretty, black-eyed girl, 
with a soul as huge as a mountain, and a form as frail js a fairy's, and the 
courage and pluck of a buccaneer into the bargain. Her father was an old 
man — a secessionist. She had but a single brother, just growing from boy- 
hood to youthhood, but sickly and lamed. The family had lived in Kansas 
during the troubles of 1857, when Norah was a mere girl of fourteen, or 
thereabouts. But even then her beauty, wit and devil-may-care spirit were 
known far and wide, and many were the stories told along the border of her 
sayings and doings. Among other charges laid to her door, it is said she 
broke all the hearts of the young bloods far and wide, and tradition does 
even go so far as to assert that, like Bob Acres, she killed a man once a 
week, keeping a private church-yard for the purpose of decently burying her 
dead. Be this as it may, she was then, and is now, a dashing, fine looking, 
lively girl, and a prettier heroine than will be found in a novel, as will be 
seen, if the good-natured reader has a mind to follow us down to the 
bottom of this column. 

Not long after the Federals came into her neighborhood, and after they 
had forced her father to take the oath, which he did partly because he was 
a very old man, unable to take the field, and hoped thereby to save the 
security of his household, and partly because he could not help himself; not 
long alter these two important events in the history of our heroine, a body 
of men marched up one evening, whilst she was on a visit to a neighbor's, 
and arrested her sickly, weak brother, bearing him off to Leavenworth City, 
where he was lodged in the military guard-house. 

It was nearly night before Norah reached home. When she did so, and 
discovered the outrage whifth had been perpetrated, and the grief of her old 
lather, herbage knew no bounds. Although the mists were falling and the 
night was closing in dark and dreary, she ordered her horse to be resad- 
dlcd, put on a thick surtout, belted a sash round her waist, and sticking a 
pair of ivory-handled pistols in her bosom, started off after the soldiers. 
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through marsh, under cover of the darkness, she galloped on to the head- 
quarters of the enemy. At last the call of a sentry brought her to a stand, 
with a hoarse — 

" Who goes there ?" 

"No matter," she replied, "I wish to see Colonel Prince, your command- 
ing officer, and instantly, too." 

Somewhat awed by the presence of a young female on horseback at that 
late hour, and perhaps struck by her imperious tone of command, the Yan- 
kee guard, without hesitation, conducted her into the fortifications, and 
thence to the quarters of the colonel commanding, with whom she was 
left alone. 

" Well, madam," quoth the Yankee officer, with bland politeness, " to 
what have I the honor of this visit?" 

" Is this Colonel Prince 1" replied the brave girl, quietly. 

"It is; and yourself V « 

"No matter;. I have come here to inquire whether you have a lad by the 
name of McCartey, a prisoner ?" 

" There is such a prisoaer." 

" May I ask for why ?" 

"Certainly; for being suspected of treasonable connection with the 
enemy." 

" Treasonable connection with the enemy ! Why, the boy is sick and 
lame. He is, besides, my brother ; and I have come to ask his immediate 
release." 

The Yankee officer opened his eyes; was sorry he could not comply with 
the request of so winning a supplicant; and must really beg her to desist 
and leave the fortress. 

" I demand his release," cried she, in reply. 

"That you cannot have," returned he ; " the boy is a rebel and a traitor, 
and unless you retire madam, I shall be forced to arrest you on a similar 
suspicion." 

" Suspicion ! I am a rebel and a traitor, too, if you wish. Young Mc- 
Cartey is my brother, and I do n't leave this tent until he goes with me. 
Order his instant release, or," here she drew one of the aforesaid ivory- 
handles out of her bosom, and levelled the muzzle of it directly at him, "I 
will put an ounce of lead in your brain before you can call a single sentry 
to your relief." 

A picture that ! 

There stood the heroic girl ; eyes flashing fire, cheek glowing with earnest 
will, lips firmly set with resolution, and hand out-stretched with a loaded 
pistol, ready to send the contents through the now thoroughly frightened^ 
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startled, aghast soldier, who cowered, like blank paper before flames, under 
her burning stare. 

" Quick !" she repeated, "order his release, or you die." 

It was too much. Prince could not stand it. He bade her lower her 
infernal weapon, for God's sake., and the boy should be forthwith liberated. 

" (rive the order first," she replied, unmoved. 

And the order was given; the lad was brought out; and drawing his arm 
in hers, the gallant' sister marched out of the place, with one hand grasp- 
ing one of his, and the other hold of her trusty ivory-handle. She mounted 
her horse, bade him get up behind, and rode off, reaching home without 
accident, before midnight. 

Now that is a fact stranger than fiction, which shows what sort of metal 
is in our women of the much abused and traduced nineteenth century. 

A DUSKY VOLUNTEER. 

A correspondent of the Mobile Advertiser, writing from the camp of the 
Thirty-Eighth Alabama Regiment, relates the following : 

Some weeks ago, a young man came to camp and proposed to volunteer. 
He was accepted, there being nothing in his physical appearance to indicate 
the singular denouement which followed sis weeks afterwards. While on 
drill, he was recognized and claimed as a runaway slave. He enlisted by 
the name of Solomon Verrioy ; but after his arrest, owned up to be nick- 
named Pleg, and being a runaway. He says that he has a boss, but that 
" by right," he is free. He says that his mother was a domesticated Indian, 
who was unlawfully sold into slavery, and run off from Kentucky. His 
looks do not indicate the African, and if he gets a good lawyer, and sues for 
his " by rights," there will be a pretty law suit, since the master will have 
to rebut the presumption of color by proof. He must, at least, admire the 
patriotism of Vernoy, or Pleg, as the case may be. 

A EATTLE INCIDENT. 

A friend writing from the army, said : " When Stanford's battery en 
one occasion at Murfreesboro', was preparing to open fire on the enemy, we 
saw just in front of our pieces, some thirty yards distant, a Confederate 
soldier, who seemed to be busy picking up some guns. We hallooed and 
stormed at him to get out of the way, but he paid no attention to us, and 
he continued to pick up guns, until he had some six or eight in his arms. 
One of our men now went up to him to lead him away, when it was dis- 
covered that the poor fellow had been struck on the head with a bullet, 
which had partially deranged him. As he was led behind our pieces, still 
carrying his guns, he said, with a sort, of quisical wink : " You don't take ine 
for a Yankee prisoner, do you?" 



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* 
YANKEE ENORMITIES IN THE WEST. 

A disgusted Federal staff officer, writes to the Philadelphia Mercury as 
follows : 

I believe the time has come when I am ashamed to acknowledge that I 
belong to the Union army. 

I tell you the truth when I say we are about as mean a mob as ever 
walked on the face of- the earth. It is perfectly frightful. If I lived in 
this country, I never would lay down my arms while a "Yankee" remained 
on the soil. I do not blame Southerners for being secessionists, now. I 
could relate many things that would be laughable if they were not so hor- 
ribly disgraceful. For instance, imagine two privates in a carriage, belong- 
ing to some wealthy Southern nabob, with a splendid span of horses, riding 
in state along the road we are marching over, with a negro coachman 
holding the reins in all style of an English nobleman, and then two small 
drummer boys going it at a two-forty pace in an elegant buggy, with a fast 
horse, and the buggy loaded with a strange niedly of household furniture and 
kitchen utensils, from an elegant parlor mirror to a pair of fire dogs, all of 
which they " cramped" from some fine house, which, from sheer wantonness, 
they have rifled and destroyed. Hundreds of such scenes are constantly 
occurring along the line of our march, as ridiculous and absurd as they are 
a burning shame to the army of the Union — to. say nothing of acts com- 
mitted by the soldiery which would also Ikahe the blackest hearted libertine 
blush for shame. 

JEB. STUART AMD GENERAL BAYARD. 

During the week of 'battles in front of Washington, General Bayard went 
forward, under a flag of truce, to meet and confer with his old comrade in 
arms, the famous J. E. B. Stuart, of the rebel cavalry. Previous to this 
war, Jeb. was first lieutenant and Bayard second lieutenant in the same com- 
pany j but Jeb. was made a major general and Bayard a brigadier. During 
the interview, a wounded Union soldier, lying near, was groaning, and asked 
for water. " Here, Jeb.," said Bayard — old time recollections making him 
familiar, as he tossed his bridle to the rebel officer — " hold my horse a 
minute, will you, till I fetch that poor fellow some water." Jeb. held the 
bridle. Bayard went to a stream and brought the wounded man some 
water. As Bayard mounted his horse, Jeb. remarked that he had not for 
some time " played orderly to a Union general." The business upon which 
they met was soon arranged, and the old friends parted — a fight, which had 
ceased while they were engaged talking, recommencing with great fury on 
both sides the moment each got back to his own ranks. 



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A NOBLE MOTHER. 

At one of the places burnt by the Queen, and owned by a lady who had 
been thus villainously left houseless, the commander attempted. to converse 
with her on the bank from the deck of his boat. She proved true pluck 
for him. He asked her: 

" Madam, have you a father, brothers, or any other relative/in this war?" 

The lady was quite young, a widow, with two young boys of five and 
seven years of age by her side. Her reply was a stinger to this three, six 
and nine months invader and subjugator of Old Abe's. She answered, in 
sight of the smouldering ruins of her home : 

" I have two brothers in the army; and if you keep on this war twelve 
years longer, (pressing the heads of her boys,) I shall have two sons to fight 
you till their death! I expect nothing better than murder and arson from 
any of your tribe." 

The commander sloped to his gun room, while the lady and boys cheered 
the departure of the Queen of the West with the "Bonny Blue Flag.'' 

A PROVIDENTIAL RESCUE. 

Colonel Stearns, a bold and dashing partisan leader in Tennessee, having 
captured a detachment of fifty or sixty of the enemy, after killing and 
wounding a number who were pillaging in the vicinity of lieadyville, Ten- 
nessee, (forty miles from .Nashville J learned that three of the prowling 
scoundrels had just gone to a private residence in the outskirts of the vil- 
lage. A squad of the rangers was put upon the track, and found that they 
had just forced their way into the bed-chamber of a young lady. A rush 
was made for the room, revolvers in hand, and the ruffians had barely time 
to realize their doom, when their bodies, pierced by a dozen bullets, were 
stretched lifeless oh the floor. 

A LEAN TRIO. 

The Pdchrnond correspondent of the Knoxville Register perpetrates the 
following pleasantry at the expense of three of our highest officials: 

If the Yankees knew to what extent famine may be endured, and how 
very little car sustain human life — if they had all seen our President and 
Vice-President, and our Secretary of War, the idea of resorting to famine, 
as an agent of hostility to a people whose leaders are the very impersona- 
tions of hard times, would never have been adopted. President Davis is 
the shadow of a man, Vice-President Stephens is imponderable, and Mr. 
Se'.1 don's bones rattle when he descends the stairways of the Spottswood. 
The s'.'nii of famine conduct this revolution. 



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A TRUE HEROINE. 



When General Forrest arrived at Black Creek, three miles from Gads- 
den, Alabama, in hot pursuit of the vandals, ha found his progress cheeked 
by a swollen stream and demolished bridges, while a detachment of the 
enemy lingered behind to dispute his passage to the opposite side. Ignorant 
of the ford, if, indeed, there was any, General Forrest himself rode back in 
quest of the necessary information. At the first house, he made the inquiry, 
whether there was any person who could pilot his command across the 
stream, to which a young lady made reply — no male person being present- 
that she knew the ford, and if she had a horse, she would accompany and 
direct him. There being no time for ceremony, General Forrest proposed 
that she shculd'get up behind him, to which, with no maiden coyness, but 
actuated only by the heroic impulse to serve her country, she at once con- 
served. Her mother, however, overhearing the suggestion, and sensitively 
alive to her daughter's safety and honor, interposed the objection, " Sir, my 
child cannot thus accompany a stranger." " Madam," respectfully urged 
the far-famed chieftian, " my name is Forrest, and I will be responsible for 
this young lady's safety." " Oh," rejoined the good woman, " if you are 
General Forrest, she can*go- with you." 

Mounted behind the General, she piloted him across the stream, exposed 
to the whistling bullets of the enemy; nor did she retire from her post of 
danger until the last man had safely crossed, and the column seen in con- 
tinuance of its rapid pursuit, accompanied by her earnest prayers for success. 
.The name of this heroine is Miss Jane Sansoin, who deserves to be long 
and gratefully remembered. 

SINGULAR BATTLE INCIDENT. 

There were many incidents in the battle of Stone's River that have not 
yet seen the light. One, especially, is worth mentioning. In the rebel 
charge upon McCook's right, the rebel Third Kentucky was- advancing 
upon one of our loyal Kentucky regiments. These two regiments weTe 
from the same county, and, consequently, were old friends and neighbors, 
now about to meet for the first time as enemies. As soon as they came 
close enough for recognition, they mutually ceased firing, and began 
abusing, and cursing, and swearing at each other, calling each other the 
most outlandish names, while the battle was roaring around them, without 
much attention from either side. It was hard to tell which regiment would 
come off the victor in this wordy battle. As far as I could hear, both sides 
were terrible at swearing; but this could not always last; and, by mutual 
consent, they finally ceased cursing, and grasping their muskets, charged 
into each other with the most unearthly yell ever heard on any field of 



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battle. Muskets were clubbed, bayonet met bayonet, and, in dozens of in- 
stances, when old feuds made the belligerents crazy with passion, the 
musket was thrown away, and at it they went, pummeling, pulling, and 
gouging in rough and tumble style, and in a manner that any looker-on 
would consider as a free fight. The rebels were getting rather the better 
of the fight, when the Twenty-Third Kentucky succeeded in giving them a 
Hanking fire, which made them retreat, with quite a number of prisoners in. 
their hands. The rebels had fairly got under way, when the Ninth Ohio 
came up on the double-quick, and, charging on their now disordered ranks, 
succeeded in capturing ail their prisoners, besides taking in return a great 
many of the rebels. As the late belligerents were conducted to the rear, 
they appeared to have forgotten all their late animosity, and were now on 
the best terms imaginable, laughing and chatting and joking; and as the 
rebels were well supplied with whisky, their canteens were readily handed 
about from one to the other, until they all became as jolly as possible 
under the circumstances. 

NARROW ESCAPE OF GENERAL JACKSON FROM CAPTURE. 

Coming to a bridge, he was about to cross, when on the bridge he dis- 
covered a cannon planted and trained upon him, and the enemy in force 
behind. It was too late to retreat precipitately. So, with a coolness and an 
nir that was characteristic of the man, Jackson rode up, and, pointing to 
the piece, said, in a tone of authority to the guard : " Who told you to 
place that piece there ? Remove it and plant it on yonder height." The 
men in charge moved to obey, and Stonewall, buttoning his coat, turned his 
horse's head to his staff, and dashed off at their head. Too late the Yan- 
kees discovered who their visitor was, and hastily unlimbering the piece, fired 
its charge after him without effect, A rapid pursuit resulted in the capture 
of two of his staff, but the gallant chief escaped, to fight them " another 
day," under more favorable circumstances. 

PETER, A FAITHFUL SERVANT. 

It is with much pleasure that we chronicle the faithfulness and devotion 
of Peter, a servant of Major Furlow, who was with the lamented Captain 
Furlow, in Virginia, in obtaining the body of his deceased young master, 
and transporting it home under the most trying, and to many persons, in- 
surmountable difficulties. After hearing of the death of Captain Furlow, 
Peter earnestly sought permission to visit the battle-field in search of his 
body ; this, however, was denied him, and it was not until next morning 
that be obtained possession of the body. In. view of the heavy loss which 
the Twelfth Georgia llegiraent had sustained, and the designed pursuit of the 
enemy, it was determined to bury all who had yielded up their lives in the 



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cause of liberty. This Peter insisted should not be done with the body of 
Captain Furlow; he besought them for permission to carry it home to his 
sorrow-stricken and bereaved family. For a time, his entreaties were unavail- 
ing; at length, however, the devotion of this. humble boy overcame the rude 
necessities of war, and consent was given him to take charge of Captain 
Furlow's body. After much difficulty, Peter obtained a wagon, for which 
he paid twenty-three dollars, to transport the body to Staunton. It was now 
determined to place several other bodies, among them Lieutenant Turpin, 
in charge of Peter; this was done, and with them all, he entered upon his 
sad journey, we have no doubt, with a heart comparatively light. At Staun- 
ton, he procured coffins for all his charge, paying for them with his money, 
and that of his deceased young master. (Of course, this has been refunded. ) 
It is needless to recount the numerous and constantly recurring difficulties 
of his mournful journey home ; no one who has not traveled under similar 
circumstances can appreciate them. Suffice it to say, that many a torn .and 
bleeding heart is indebted to this slave Peter, for the melancholy, though 
inestimable privilege, of watering with their tears the graves of their loved 
ones. With a tearful eye and quivering lip, Major Furlow acknowledged 
the debt of gratitude he owes to Peter, and, in the depth of his thankful- 
ness, knows not how to regard him, henceforth, as a slave. We commend 
this instance of genuine and unyielding affection of the slave for the master 
to the false friends of the -race, who are warring upon us; a serious con- 
sideration of it would improve their morals. 

A FEAT OF DARING. 

A correspondent of the Chattanooga liebel vouches for the literal correct- 
ness of the following statement, it being taken from official sources : 

Two days before the battle of Murfreesboro', First Lieutenant C. C 
White, Company A, Tenth South Carolina Eegiment, was on picket half a 
mile in front of our lines. Having taken three men and started to establish 
communication with the pickets on his right, he was suddenly surrounded by 
a party of Yankee cavalry, and -ordered to surrender. Seeing he was over- 
powered, he gave up his sword. The Lieutenant commanding the Yankees 
then ordered him to the rear. He started, but noticing the Yankee looked 
agitated, immediately turned and grappled him, calling to his three men to 
knock down as many as they could, and to his company to rally to his 
assistance. Having succeeded in getting a sabre, he wounded several of 
the enemy, and kept them all at bay until his company came up, when ho 
called out to them : " Shoot the rascals— don't mind me." They fired, kill- 
ing some and driving off the rest. By the time he had reformed his com- 
pany, he was charged by a pretty large force of cavalry, whom he repulsed 
with a loss of fourteen killed and three wounded, left upon the field. 



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CAVALRY PICTURES 



W Importe, the correspondent of the Mobile Recp'xtcr, wroti the following 
graphic description of a review of General Van Dorn's cavalry at Spring 
Hill. Tennessee : 

Here we are, on an extensive parade ground, to see a general parade of 
the largest body of cavalry ever consolidated upon this continent. The 
dust is flying in huge clouds in every direction, and the tramp of thousands 
of steeds gives notice of the approach of the cavalcade. Carriages are rat- 
tling along the stony pike, carrying their precious burthens of beauty coming 
to witness the review. Presently, the column begins to assume proper shape, 
and as far as the eye can take in the view, along those meadows, down in 
the valleys, and away over the hill-tops, an unbroken line of horsemen 
present their front towards you. 

Still another column approaches, at the head of which is a well, built, stout 
rider, with large, fierce moustache, and imperial of reddish cast, mounted 
upon a sprightly, sorrel animal. That i:; General W H. Jackson, at the 
head of his division. We have spent half an hour now in the hot sun and 
choking dust, awaiting the formation of the troops for review, and they are 
now ready at last. Two large columns, with ten thousand horses and horse- 
men are all facing towards us. That light, blue-eyed youth galloping 
towards us is Lieutenant Martin, of Jackson's staff, who rides up to General 
Van Dorn, and informs him that the division is ready for parade. What a 
sight is now presented to the eye ! Thousands of horses formed in line ex- 
tend as far as the observer can take in the north and south, while on either 
flank you catch an occasional flash of the brass batteries as the sunlight 
plays upon the pieces. At the head of each regiment you observe the com- 
manding officer in his neat suit of Confederate grey, or less gaudy jeans. 
At the head of each brigade is the brigadier and staff. 

Everything is ready for inspection — the high-spirited boys, the dancing 
horses, the gleaming guns and glittering sabres. From the centre in front 
away dashes Van Dorn, the general commanding, and his staff. Off they 
go in a gallop to meet the senior commander, Forrest, and then, accompa- 
nied by him and his staff, away the whole party dash at a running gallop 
to the end of the column, until they are lost in the distance; suddenly back 
again they come, as rapidly as they went, upon the rear of the first column. 

The party now approach to where General Jackson, the other division 
commander, is, and after the usual salutations, Forrest and staff ride off,, and 
their places are taken by Jackson and staff, who ride in turn along the 
i-ccond line, only stopping an instant for the commanding general to doff 
his hat and salute the brigade commanders; then back again they go 
around ilie rear of the column to the right flank, where Van Dorn and 



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staff leave the division commander and resume their position once more, 
after a long and dusty gallop, in the centre, and about a hundred yards in 
front of the entire body. 

The command is now given to pass in review. Wheeling by companies 
to the right, the eye is relieved by the change which gives us a side view of 
the command as it now marches past us, the band at the head of each 
brigade, the stand of colors and regimental officers at the heads of regi- 
ments, and the company officers slightly in advance of their companies. 
The head of the first division passes the general commanding, and from the 
front, an officer, followed by his staff, gallops to Van Dorn's post. He is a 
large and well proportioned man, six feet in height, of commanding form. 
His hair and beard are rapidly changing from black to grey, as is his 
■ moustache. He has a fine, clear eye, with some expression fire and, but his 
features otherwise are expressionless, the tout ensemble giving one an idea 
of a bold, daring, defiant man. His conversation is earnest and his words 
spoken with a firmness that betokens will, but it is instantly perceivable 
that the speaker was not the recipient of a college education. This is 
Brigadier General Forrest, than whom there is no more daring officer in our 
service, and whose name is as familiar as a household word throughout the 
Confederacy. His veteran Tennesseeans, who have gained for him by their 
hard blows .his well earned renown, pass on in review. The second brigade 
approaches. 

Out turns another general officer and staff. This handsome, dashing 
fellow sits his horse with incomparable grace and ease, and displays a per- 
fect abandon, which is the soul of daring chivalry. That is Brigadier 
General Frank C. Armstrong, and pray notice the flutter among the ladies 
in the carriages, and the number of immaculate white kerchiefs which are 
brought into requisition. 

Now passes a regimental flag literally torn to pieces by bullet holes, in 
the presence of which, as it flaunts before him, the commanding general 
remains long uncovered. That is che gallant Third Arkansas, which has 
won renown from Oak Hill to Spring Hill. And here come those rol- 
licking, rascally, brave Texans ; and there at their head one ought to see , 
that soul-inspiring presence of Whitfield, with his large, manly form, his 
grey hairs covered by his huge Texan chapeau, and bold, courageous 
feature's, with the devil dancing in the large grey eyes. But he is not there. 
In his stead is a young man apparently twenty-eight years of age, with wavy 
black hair, black moustache, an olive complexion, fine expressive features 
and graceful form. This is Colonel Boss, of the Sixth Texas, commanding 
the brigade in the absence of the old scarred war-horse, who is in JNorth 
Carolina, recuperating from. the wounds of the field and ills of the camp. 

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brimmed tats, dark features, shaggy Mexican mustangs, and a lariet, long 
enough for a clothes line, around the pummel of their saddles. They are 
said to be unmerciful to prisoners, but are a tower of strength when there is 
a fight on hand. "When passing a farm at full run on horseback they lasso 
a hog, jerk it upon their horses, skin and quarter it without stopping. 

I observed at headquarters, a pass from General R. B. Mitchell, the 
Yankee commander at Nashville, to "pass C. Hooper through the lines 
on all the pik.es and return, for ten days," and asked where the bearer of it 
was. I was informed that our Texas pickets caught him and sent in this 
pass with the laconic and significant message : " We have lost Mr. Hooper." 

Hello ! there goes Jack "Wharton, the famous Texas ranger, at the head 
of his regiment, for he is commanding it in the absence of the field officers. 
" Who is Jack Wharton?" Who isn't he ? W r ho in the command don't 
know this jolly, rollicking fellow, who tells an anecdote with as much gusto 
ps he skins a Yankee ? Jackson now turns from the head of his division as 
it passes, and joins Yan Dorn, Forrest and Armstrong. He is a study, and 
with those singular dancing eyes, I cannot give his picture. 

" Just look at that wax doll in general's uniform," exclaims an enthusias- 
tic young lady, and our attention is attracted to young Brigadier General 
Cosby, of Kentucky, petite in figure, with wavy black hair and moustache, 
and bright expressive eyes. He is youthful in appearance, and looks as 
delicate and refined as a lady. Is probably thirty-five, though looking ten 
years younger. Was a lieutenant in the regular United States army, and 
is known as a skillful and daring young officer. His brigade consists of 
Mississippians, all of whom have become much attached to their young 
commander. 

Last of all, comes King's Missouri battery, of glorious fame, under young 
Churchill Clark, of Elkhorn, lately under King and Johnson, at Spring Hill, 
where his battery charged the enemy in advance of our infantry and cavalry, 
and lastly on the Cumberland, where it sunk a number of transports and 
disabled a gunboat. All honor to its rifled pieces and gallant officers and 
heroic men ! 

c 

abe's very latest joke. 

A gentleman called upon the President, and solicited a pass for Rich- 
mond. " Well," said the President, " I would be very happy to oblige you, 
if my .passes were respected; but the fact is, sir, I have, within the past 
two years, given passes to two hundred and fifty thousand men to go to 
Bichmond, and not one has got there yet." The applicant very quietly and 
respectfully withdrew on his tip-toes. 



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A VIGILANT SENTINEL. 

A correspondent of the Memphis Appeal relates the following : 
As a specimen of the vigilance exercised by the soldiers, take the follow- 
ing: The other morning, as General Joseph E. Johnston approached the 
cars, with the purpose of getting aboard, en route for Mobile, his ears were 
saluted by the gruff word " Halt !" coming from the stentorian throat of a 
grey-coated private, who demanded, when the veteran general had come to 
a stand, what was his business " on this here train V The general told him 
he was going to Mobile. " Let me see your certificate," at the same time 
promptly bring his piece to an " arms port." " Old man," said the watch- 
ful sentinel, " no one goes on this train unless he has a surgeon's certifi- 
cate." At this crisis, one of the general's aids interfered, and explained 
to the soldier who the u old man" was, much to the amusement of the latter, 
but to the horror and confusion of the worthy guard, who took the general's 
compliment to his faithful performance of duty as a reprimand. 

AN INCIDENT OF THE SIEGE OF VICKSBURG. 

On the night of the 21st of May, 1862, the Third Missouri infantry, 
Colonel W B. Gause commanding, was ordered to the fort to relieve the 
'first infantry, which was moved to the rear and again held in reserve. 
The men spread down their blankets behind the stockade, lay down upon 
them and slept soundly until about four o'clock A. M., when they were 
awakened by a furious cannonade from two or three of the enemy's batteries 
placed so as to command the fort. They seemed determined to batter down 
the stockade and the little redan at its right, in which we had two pieces 
of light field artillery, for they continued the cannonade fiercely and rapidly 
until about eleven o'clock A. M., tearing off huge splinters from the stock- 
ade posts, hurling them in all directions, breaking arms and legs, and knock- 
ing men senseless all along the ranks of the regiment, terribly bruising and 
lacerating them, when a desperate charge was made on the fort by eight 
regiments (as they afterwards informed us) of their best infantry. About 
fifty of them penetrated the broad, deep ditch on the outside of the redan, 
which was defended by the right wing of the regiment, and a stand of 
their colors was planted oa a, slope of the parapet, within fifteen feet of the 
mouths of our cannon. Great efforts were made by our men to get posses- 
sion of the flag, but in vain— the fire was too hot. These men having ad- 
vanced this far, could neither come any farther, for fear of the deadly aim 
of our men ; nor could they retreat, for fear of the fire of their own friends. 
The only alternative left them was to lie clown in the ditch and protect 
themselves until night, when they thought they could get away unhurt 
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The remainder of the assaulting column were held in check, and after 
a bloody fight, were finally repulsed. 

While the fifty foemen before mentioned were lying in the outer ditches, 
Lieutenant IT. IT. Faulkner, of Company E, Thii'd Missouri infantry, in 
looking over the parapet in order to get a shot at them, caught a glimpse of 
one of them gazing up at him, and as he bent farther over to get a better 
view, was greeted by a shot from the fellow's gun, which whistled close by 
his head. He immediately ordered the Yank to surrender. His reply was, 
" Go to h — 11 !" ' Faulkner immediately picked up a sis-pound cannon ball 
lying near him, and threw it with all his force at the fellow's head, striking 
him full in the face, knocking him senseless. He then ordered the re- 
mainder of them to surrender, which they refused to do. He told them if 
they did not he would light bomb-shells and throw over among them. 
They still refused, when the sergeant of the piece of artillery near, which he 
was standing lighted a five-second shell for him, which Faulkner tossed over 
among them by hand, and it exploded just as it reached the bottom of the 
ditch. He continued to toss over the shells, at each explosion crying out, 
" d — n you, will you surrender now ?" until he had thrown over all that 
were at hand, when he desisted. Some idea may be formed of the havoc 
they made among the stubborn fee, when it is known that twenty-one men, 
dead and wounded, were found in the ditch where he tossed over the shells. 
The remainder escaped under cover of the first darkness, carrying with 
them the stand of colors before mentioned. 

THREE WILD CONFEDERATE IRISHMEN. 

A Northern correspondent, who was accidentally within our lines previous 
to the battle of Fredericksburg, writes as follows : 

Thinking that I could not. proceed through the Confederate lines while 
they were advancing, I turned into the first tavern, and waited about an hour 
and a half, when three Confederates made their appearance, and proved to 
be three Irishmen, stragglers from General Early's force, who had evidently 
been indulging in their national proclivities. I had a conversation with 
these three Confederate soldiers, regarding them as a fair type of the lower 
order of the Confederate soldiery, and wishing to ascertain the sentiments of 
that class. 

Their expressions were about the same as those which I had often heard 
from the lips of the Confederate officers, and only differed in the brogue in 
which they were clothed. 

"What the divil are you fighting us for? You may bate us now, but 
you '11 niver put us down. By my sowl, we '11 fight till the last man 6v us is 
kilt, and thin, be jabers, the women will take a hand at it. You may fight 
us for all eternity, and thin we won't be whipped, afther all I" 



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AN ADVENTURE IN THE WEST. 

Several companies of the Ninth Mississippi were out on picket duty on 
the night of the battle of "the bloody crossing of Stone River," when a 
stout, well made young fellow, named Tom Dillon, an Englishman by birth, 
who was brought up in Boston, and emigrated several years ago to Yazoo, 
Mississippi, left his company to reconnoitre the enemy's position. Private 
Dillon was moving stealthily along across a field on the north side of the 
Nashville road, under cover of the darkness of the night, when he suddenly 
came upon one of the enemy's pickets — a strapping Indiana hoozier, over 
six feet. 
"Halt!" cried the Yank, "Who comes there?" 

"Friend," responded Dillon, when, just then, the moon slipped out for a 
moment from behind a cloud, discovering to the hoozier the grey uniform 
of Dillon. 

" Our friends don't wear them sort of clothes," said the hoozier ; "you are 
my prisoner." 

"Well, I took you for one of our men," said Dillon, "as some of our 
troops are out this way." 
"Which way?" asked the alarmed hoozier. 

"Why, over there," replied Dillon, pointing to where he knew the enemy's 
lines were. 

"Well, come on this way," said the Yank, striking off to the left in a 
direction nearer to our lines than his own. Just at this moment several 
shots were fired and whizzed over their heads. " Lie down," cried Dillon, 
"or else we'll both'be shot." The Yank did so, and Dillon, watching his 
.opportunity, fell heavily upon him, at the same time striking him a most 
stunning blow on the nose, which he repeated in quick succession, while 
the hoozier cried out "murder" most lustily. Fearing that the noise 
would draw our men into danger of the feemy's pickets, as well as jeopar- 
dize his own safety, Dillon made a gag of his forefinger, being now astraddle 
of his foe, and forced it across his mouth, " Another yell," whispered 
Dillon to the prostrate hoozier, "and you're a dead man." Notwithstand- 
ing that the Yank bit the finger of Dillon most severely, he bore it man- 
fully, and finding that his enemy was not reinforced, he bade him rise, hav- 
ing seized his musket, and marched him according to Hardee into our camp 
—thus: " Prisoner— forward, quick step ! Prisoner— right oblique ! Pris- 
oner—file left, double-quick, and if you break ranks, you're as dead as a 
mackerel!" On the arrival of Dillon at the picket camp, he then gave an 
account of his adventure by the picket fire, the boys enjoying a most hearty 
laugh at the hoozier's expense. 



174 GLEANINGS FROM 

THE PRIVATE SOLDIER. 

Under this head, the Jackson Mississippi Crisis pays the following hand- 
some tribute to the private soldier : 

"Justice has never been done him. His virtuous merit and unobtrusive 
patriotism have never been justly estimated. We do not speak of the 
regular soldier, who makes the amy his trade for twelve dollars per month. 
We do not include the coward who skulks, nor the vulgarian, who can per- 
petrate acts of meanness ; nor the laggard, who must be forced to fight 
for his liome and country. These are not the subjects of our comment. 
We speak of the great body of citizen soldiery who constitute the provis- 
ional army of the Confederacy, and who, at the sound of trumpet and drum, 
marched out with rifle or musket to fight — to repel their country's invaders, 
or perish on that soil which their fathers bequeathed, with the glorious boon 
of civil liberty. These are the gallant men of whom we write, and these 
have saved the country, these have made a breastwork of their manly bosoms 
to shield the sacred precinct of altar-place and fire-side. 

" Among these private soldiers are to be found men of culture — men of 
gentle training— men of intellect — men of social position — men of character 
at home — men endeared to a domestic circle of refinement and elegance — 
men of wealth — men who gave tone and character to the society in which 
they moved, and men who, for conscience's sake, have made a living sacrifice 
of property, home comfort, and are ready to add crimson life to the holy 
offering. 

" Many of these, if they would have surrendered honor and a sense of 
independence, could have remained in possession of all these elegancies and 
comforts. But they felt like the Soman, who said, ' put honor in one hand 
and death in the other, and I will look on both indifferently !' 

" Without rank, without title, without anticipated distinction, animated 
only by the highest and noblest sentiments which can influence our common 
nature, the private labors, and toils, and marches, and fights; endures 
hunger, and thirst, and fatigue; through watchings ; and weariness and 
sleepless nights, and cheerless, laborious days, he holds up before him the 
one glorious prize — ' Freedom of my country ;' ' Independence and my 
home!' If we- can suppose the intervention of less worthy motives, the 
officer, and not the private, is the man whose merit must commingle such 
al?oy. The officer may become renowned — the private never reckons upon 
that: tha officer may live in history — the private looks to no such record; 
the officer may attract the public gaze — the private does not look for such 
recognition; the officer has a salary — the private only a monthly stipend, the 
amuuQt of which he has been accustomed to pay to s-o-ne field laborer on his 
rich domains. The officer may escape harm in battle by reason of distance— 



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the private must face the storm of death ; the oificer moves od horseback — 
the private on foot ; the officer carries a sword, the emblem of authority, 
arid does not fight — the private carries his musket, and does all the fighting. 

"In those ranks tLare is public virtue and capacity enough to construct 
a government, and administer its civil and military offices. The opinion of 
these men will guide the historian, and fix the merit of generals and states- 
men. The opinion of these men will be, and ought to be, omnipotent with 
the people and Government of the Confederacy. 

" Heaven bless these brave, heroic men ! Our heart warms to them. Our 
admiration of their devotion and heroism is without limit. Their devotion 
to principle amounts to moral sublimity. We feel their suffering and share 
their hopes, and desire to be identified in our day and generation with such 
a host of spirits, tried and true, who bend the knee to none but God, and 
render homage only to worth and merit." 

PRESENCE OF MSND. 

General John II. Morgan left his camp, which was in the vicinity of 
Gallatin, Tennessee, on a tour of observation, and while absent, the unex- 
pected appearance of a large force of the enemy caused his command to 
retire from it and leave it in the enemy's possession. Shortly after, Morgan, 
who wore the uniform of a Federal officer, returned to find his camp thus 
occupied, and himself surrounded by the Abolition soldiery. Nothing 
daunted, they not recognizing him, his uniform, too, deceiving them, he 
demanded what they were doing there when the d — d rebels were fast ad- 
vancing upon them from the quarter in which he had approached, and gave 
them an authoritative command to retire at once in an opposite direction. 
This they hastily did, when Morgan himself, with no less haste, retired also 
in an opposite direction, safely reaching his command. 



One of the most popular officers in the Southern army of the Potomac is 
Major General Hood, of Kentucky. Always accessible, always kind, always 
brave, his men love him devotedly, and will follow him to the death. The 
following incident illustrates both his popularity and the cause of it : 

A soldier of the Ninth Georgia, passing General Hood's quarters, said 
to him: " General, will you take a drink with me?" The soldier, swinging 
the canteen over his shoulder, and feeling he had a right to'be more inti- 
mate, thus addressed the general : " General Hood, when you want a drink, 
' here's your mule !' " General H. thanked him for his kind offer. " Gen- 
eral. Hood, when you want any fighting done, ' here 's your mule !' " The 
general, unable to control his risibles, laughed heartily, and assured the 
'Georgian that be would call upon him. 



176 ({LEANINGS FROM 

YANKEE OFFICER KILLED AT VICKSBURG. 

A correspondent of the Memphis Appeal relates the following incident 
that took place after the surrender of Vicksburg : 

Colonel A. B. Watts, who was noticed in your paper for his gallant con- 
duct at Port Gibson, has again rendered his name a glorious one. Just 
after the surrender of the city, he went down to the landing to get a lemon 
from one of the boats, and had returned, and was in the act of mounting his 
horse, when a Yankee captain, with a guard, informed him that the horse 
belonged to Uncle Sam. Colonel Watts informed him that he was an 
officer, and was entitled to his horse and side-arms. Whereupon, Captain 
Yank called him a d — d liar, and cursed him for some time, and commenced 
abusing the women of Vicksburg, and called them a d — d set of outcasts. 
Colonel Watts then drew his pistol, and remarked to the Yankee, that he 
hated to kill as mean a dog as he was, but his honor compelled him to do. 
so, and fired, the ball entering the right breast and killing him. The guard 
cried out: " Kill the rebel !" " Cut him down I" Colonel Watts -presented 
his pistol, and said, in very composed manner : " Proceed, gentlemen ; but I 
will kill four of you before you accomplish your object." But the guard 
came to the conclusion that he was too brave a man to fool with, and de- 
cided to let him pass. Colonel Watts mounted his horse, and rode out of 
town, and when last heard from, the gallant young hero had arrived 
safely in Brandon, Mississippi, waiting to be exchanged. 

A GOOD JOKE ON THE CHAPLAIN — THE " STOLEN BUFFALO ROBE." 

There has been published a humorous letter from the Reverend T. ]). 
Gwin, Chaplain of the First South Carolina Volunteers, calling upon "the 
man who stole his buffalo robe," and sundry other baggage, to return the 
same, if he valued at all the blessings of a clear conscience, and an improved 
prospect of future salvation. The following pious and noble-spirited re- 
sponse to the reverend gentleman will show that the appeal, through the 
Richmond Enquirer, has not been altogether unproductive : 

Seventeenth Misssissippi Regiment, Posey's Brigade, 
Camp near Bunker Hill, Virginia, July 16, 18l ; 3. 

My Dear Gwin : I was inexpressibly shocked to learn, from your letter 
in the Enquirer, of the 4th instant, that the temporary loan of your " buf- 
falo robe," blankets, shawl and pillow should have given you such inconve- 
nience, and even suspended your arduous duties in the field for a week. 

Had I known that these articles belonged to a chaplain, the sacred pack- 
age should have remained inviolate. 

But supposing from the mark, " Captain," that it belonged to some poor 
officer of the line, and knowing that it was more baggage than he waseuti- 



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tied to carry, I relieved him of it from motives that will be appreciated by 
any officer of the line or the field. 

On my arrival at camp, on the 1st of April, I divided the blankets 
among my mess, and in a sudden fit of generosity, I retained the buffalo 
robe, shawl and pillow for my own use. 

The other members now join me in returning thanks, and feel that to 
your warm and gushing heart these thanks will be the richest recompense. 

We are, all of us, exceedingly anxious for you to change your field of 
labor to this army, where the duties of chaplains are much lighter than 
they could possibly be anywhere else. 

Here they devote themselves to trading horses and collecting table deli- 
cacies, with a zeal that eminently entitles them to the appellation of Birds 
of I^rey. 

I am now patiently waiting for your coat and boots, which I presume you 
will send to me, in accordance with the following injunction : 

" If any man take away thy coat, let him have thy cloak also." — St. 
Matthew, chapter five, verse forty. 

For the regulation of the amount of baggage which a chaplain in the 
army should carry, we refer you to the following : 

" Provide neither gold, nor silver, nor brass in your purses. 

"Nor scrip for your journey; neither two coats; neither shoes, nor yet 
slaves, for the workman is worthy of his meat." — Matthew, chapter ten, 
verses nine and ten. 

Anything you may have in excess of the above allowance will be respect- 
fully received by me. 

I remain, dear Gwin, with sentiments of eternal gratitude, 

THE MAN WHO STOLE YOUR BUFFALO ROBE. 

To Reverend T. D. Gwin, Chaplain First South Carolina Volunteers, 

" MAINTAINING THE HONOR OF THE ELAGf," 

From the " Home Department " of the New Orleans True Delta is ex- 
tracted the following account of the efforts that were made to prevent the 
school-mistresses of New Orleans from teaching the young idea how to 
shoot rebelward. If anything can be more ridiculous and contemptible than 
the course of the officers of the "best Government in the world" towards 
female teachers, because some of their pupils draw rebel pictures on their 
slates and copy books, we have yet to see it. 

The police, it appears, made descent on and search in several schools for 
young ladies, and brought quite a number of badly drawn Confederate flags 
and secession emblems into court to give evidence of a successful exploit. 
At the same time the principals of the establishments were arranged in the 
provost court and their cases adjudged. The first party was a Miss Hall, 



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principal of a school on Carondelct street, evidently a respectable spinster, 
■who pointed to British protection, and expressed her indignant surprise at 
the inquisitive visitation and search from a police officer. She gave it as 
her opinion that some of her pupils in the lower classes could have, by way 
of amusement, drawn the political emblems complained of, but called on the 
police officer to sustain her in the assertion that in the room of the gradu- 
ates and other high classes of the school, an unsurpassed lady-like deport- 
ment had been evident, and that nothing political was found there. 

The judge remarked that the authorities felt it their duty to endeavor 
that the mind of the rising generation should be trained with proper loyal 
feelings, and that it was necessary to sustain this object by inflicting a fine 
of one hundred dollars in the present case. A short time after, Mrs. 
Loquet, principal of a school on Camp street, was arraigned on the same 
charge, of permitting seditious emblems to be drawn and cherished by the 
female pupils. The policeman stated that the accused had expressed the 
opinion that the subject was none of her concern, and not for her to inter- 
fere about. 

Judge Hughes then explained that he felt convinced, that in the former 
case, he had been led into an error of judgment, and that severe punishment 
appeared necessary. He adjudged Mrs. Loquet to pay a fine of two hun- 
dred and fifty dollars, which sum was, within a few moments, handed over 
to the receiving clerk, by a gentleman, who thereafter led the lady out of 
the court room. 

Miss Picot, said to be the principal of a school for young ladies on Julia 
street, was then arraigned, accompanied by her mother. The officer who 
searched the establishment, and iound a number of the infantile efforts at 
flag manufacturing in the books and on the sheets of paper belonging to the 
pupils, said that the lady had stated that she had endeavored to enforce 
the rule that no political demonstrations, obnoxious to the Government, 
should be indulged in. The lady herself, as well as her mother, expressed 
regret at the fact that the secret artistic efforts of the pupils should have 
been offensive to the authorities. The judge evidently appreciated the 
plea, but felt it necessary to give proper examples as to the punishment of 
delinquent ladies who have taken on themselves the duty to teach the young 
minds how to shoot in the right direction. 

" BIS AM MASSA LINKUN'S PROCLAMATION." 

The negroes who had deserted from the military service iu Massachusetts 
were ordered to be arrested. As the guard were taking them down to 
the wharf, in Boston, heavily handcuffed, on the way to Fort Warren, one of 
them held up his manacled hands and exclaimed : " Dis am Massa Linkun's 
proclamation." The effect can be better imagined than described. 



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THE NIGGER MINISTER IN WASHINGTON. 

A Washington letter in the St. Louis Republican gives a laughable ac- 
count of the reception of the negro minister from Hayti at the United 
States capital, and his treatment of his brother darkies. The following is 
extracted : 

Two mahogany colored individuals, each with hair showing a decided dis- 
position to kinkiness, have arrived here in the capacities of Minister from 
Hayti and his secretary. Their debut at the capital has raised an exciting 
discussion in two branches of Washington society, as to whether they are 
negroes or not. The Abolitionists have made up their minds to admit, them 
to society equality, and accordingly say they are not negroes, but Haytiens ; 
while the colored folks hereabouts insist that they are veritable darkies. It 
remains to be seen how the question will be decided ; but the observation 
of the writer is that if these new comers are not negroes, then mulattoes 
are white people. 

Representative Hooper, of Massachusetts, led off by having the two 
Haytiens at. his dinner table, and there can be no doubt of the intentions 
of the Abolitionists to introduce them into white society. Secretary 
Seward has invited them to dine with him ; but it is customary for the Sec- 
retary of State to extend this courtesy to all representatives of foreign 
nations soon after their first arrival, and the premier is no doubt following 
precedent more willingly than inclination. 

The following incident shows which way the Haytiens themselves are 
inclined : A few days after their arrival, the colored people held a meetirfg, 
and decided to establish intimate relations with them by sending their 
ministers to wait upon them first, and then the common negroes were to 
follow and pay their respects. The representatives of the free negro Re- 
public of Hayti, getting wind of what was going on, sent a message to the 
negro preachers, the purport being that they were not receiving calls from 
.negroes just yet. This cool proceeding took the darkies all aback, and 
some of them have since then made no reserve in venting their indignation 
at this treatment. At a meeting in one of their churches, the subject had 
considerable discussion, the burthen of the controversy being that the 
Haytiens were negroes, and had no right to act like white men. One 
venerable old contraband, whom report, says was a preacher before he came 
out of the land of slavery, but who, alas ! lost his religion when he gained 
his freedom, wound up a long strain of incentives as follows : " Dese d — d 
furrin niters tink dumselbs better dan de President. Massa Old Abe let 

Co 

the cullered folks come into White House, and talks to dem like a fader, 
and here 's dese cusses won't look at 'em. I ain't gwine to hab nuffin more 
more to o"o wid 'em, I. ain't." 



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WHAT THE NASSAU DARKIES THINK OF THE YANKEES. 

The Nassau correspondent of the Charleston Courier relates the following 
incident: 

The Yankee steamship Vanderbilt, Rear Admiral Wilkes, from Havana, 
steamed up to Nassau, and sent a boat ashore with dispatches for the Yankee 
Consul. The most ludicrous scene took place on the arrival of the small 
boat at one of the wharves. The fences and cotton bales around were 
covered with a swarm of Nassau negroes, who received the Yankees with 
hisses, jeers, taunts and groans. Blank amazement pictured itself on the 
faces of the crew, while the officer in command was evidently nervous and 
nonplussed. During the stay of the boat at the wharf, the darkies in- 
dulged in such cynical reflections as these : " Colly, how dey'd put out if 
de 290 was in sight." " I wonder if dey 's heard from Charleston ?" "If 
( 'ap'n Maffit was here, lie 'd sink dem in two minutes." A big negro on a 
cotton IwH surrounded by his satellites, gave a stentorian version of the 
Yankee rational air "John Brown lies a mouldering in the grave," only 
he altered names and phrases to suit his disgust for the Northern auditors. 
He also produced "Dixie" and the "Bonny Blue Flag." When the 
officer returned, and the boat pushed off, cheers were given for Jeff. Davis, 
and three tremendous groans for old Abe Lincoln. The Yankees retorted 
not a, word. When the sun rose the next, day, the Vanderbilt had T disap- 
peared — gone to Charleston, it is said. This ebony outbreak in favor of 
" Dixie" was entirely spontaneous. f 

A CONTRABAND ANECDOTE. 

An army correspondent must be responsible for the perpetration of the 
following : 

The attempts of the darkies to imitate their superiors, and exchange their 
Southern " lingo " for the more classic language of the North, are often 

amusing. Here is a case in point: Colonel has a negro cook, who 

exhibits great shrewdness. On one occasion, he was told by the regimental 
quartermaster to clear up some hay which was lying loose around camp. 
He promised to do it, but imagine the surprise of the quartermaster, when 
shortly afterwards he saw the darkey mounted on the colonel's favorite 
horse, and riding him up and down near the brigade band, which was then 
practicing. The quartermaster hailed him, and pointing to the hay which 
remained untouched, asked for an explanation. Darkey drew himself up 
proudly on his horse, and giving the "salute" in his best style, said with 
all gravity: "De fac of the matter am, orderly, de hay question hab bin 
posponed. De kurnel hab required me for to excise his horse mong de 
music to familiarize him wid de tunes/ 



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FIGHTING A JEW. 



A soldier in General James D. Morgan's brigade, writes the following 
aninsing incident, which happened when that brigade was encamped before 
Farniington, near Corinth, Mississippi : 

Stringent orders prohibiting officers or soldiers from going beyond the 
camp or color lines, while in presence of the enemy, were issued and en- 
forced. Sentinels were alive to their duty, and none but a general or staff 
officer were permitted to stray beyond his lines. In the rear of our brigade 
camp, was the headquarters of General P., who was not only a true soldier, 
but a gentleman of the first water. His orderly was an Irishman, a second 
edition of " Mickey Free." On the extreme left of the brigade was the 
camp of the Tenth Michigan, Colonel Lum, and immediately on its left 
flank was a battery, through or close in front of which none save those 
officers named above were permitted to pass. 

Wishing to go to the picket lines, which was in ceaseless commotion day 
and night, General P*. passed through the battery, but Mike was halted. 
With that boldness and effrontery characteristic of general's orderlies, Mike 
not only abused but threatened to " wollop hell's delights " (as he classi- 
cally expressed it) out of the faithful sentry. Matters were approaching a 
climax when General P., hearing "some tall swearing," came back and 
claimed his orderly of the sentry, who let him go with a volley of unintel- 
ligible Teutonic oaths. 

"You mustn't quarrel with a sentinel," said the General, admonishing 
Mike as to the danger -of such a practice. 

"Damn his sowl," said Mike, "did n't he know I was a gmeral's orderly." 

" No matter, you should n't fight with a Jew." 

"He was a Jew, was he?" quoth Mike, twisting himself back in his sad- 
dle to have a look back at the sentry. "Musha, may bad luck to him an' 
his generations; wasn't it for 'em, wouldn't our Saviour be livin' and doin' 
well amongst us to-day?" 

A ROMANTIC INCIDENT OP THE WAR. 

Sergeant Hatch, of the Fifty-Ninth Virginia Regiment, was captured in 
an engagement with the enemy on the Peninsula, and taken to Old Point. 
His- captor was a private of one of the Yankee regiments, named Kimball. 
A flag of truce boat, arriving at City Point, brought up Sergeant Hatch, 
who, bein<* duly exchanged, at once returned to his post, below Richmond. 
Shortly after, he returned to Richmond with private Kimball, whom he had 
captured in a skirmish near the White House. The incident furnished a 
theme for interesting comment, as one of the occurrences of an individual 
character, which find few parallels in the history of war. 



];S;3 GLEANINGS FROM 

MORGAN IN KENTUCKY. 

The New York Herald's correspondent has a racy account ot Morgan's 
attack on the Nashville and Louisville railroad. 

On Monday, the sanguine railroad people at Nashville, discrediting the 
cry of wolf, made up a passenger and express train, and -started for Louis- 
ville on time. Your correspondent paid for a seat. 

The train, consisting of two passenger coaches (every seat occupied), a 
baggage car well filled, an express car, containing, among other valuables, a 
safe and fifty-seven thousand dollars worth of paper money, in charge of a 
messenger, left Nashville at seven o'clock A. M., and proceeded as far as 
Cave City Station, half way, without molestation, or even anticipation of 
trouble on the line. At Cave City, Conductor Sweeney, in charge of the 
train, learned that Morgan had indeed captured Lebanon the day previous, 
taking Colonel Hanson, Eighteenth Kentucky, and six hundred prisoners, 
and was marching toward the railroad, with the apparent intention of cut- 
ting it somewhere between Elizabethtown and Lebanon Junction; perhaps 
the Muldrough's Hill trestle works were to be destroyed. Telegraphic com- 
munication with Louisville was yet perfect, and the conductor resolved to go 
ahead, not cautiously, but swiftly, hoping to run past the rebel column into 
Louisville before they could advance to the road from Lebanon. 

Appealing to Louisville for instructions by telegfaph was yet practicable, 
and the conductor did it. He soon received a reply to this effect: "All 
right; come on with your train; no rebs.;" signed " Smith," which is a name 
common to Louisville operators, John H. Morgan, and hundreds of other 
men. On this occasion, it was u.sed by John. We passed through the 
black tunnel, winding down over the great trestle work at Muldrough's 
Hill at fearful speed, but undisturbed, we picked up, near Lebanon Junc- 
tion, the garrison of a stockade, who had been ordered by G-eneral Boyle, 
telegraphically, to "burn your camp, and come on train to Louisville." It 
is, perhaps, unnecessary to state that John Morgan acted as attorney for 
Brigadier General Boyle in signing that dispatch. There were twenty- 
eight of these soldiers, under command of a second lieutenant, whose name 
I did not learn. They swelled the number of passengers on the train to 
two hundred, about twenty-five of whom were ladies. 

The passengers realised their situation as soon as the firing commenced. 
Bullets whistled over, through, under and beside the cars, and the cries and 
shrieks were terrible; the rebels closing around the cars, hallooing and 
shooting at the now retreating stockaders. The unarmed passengers sought 
the floors of the coaches for safety, and groveled about in the aisles and 
beneath the seats, in a wriggling, trembling, seething mass, for the night 
was offensively warm, and the musketry firing hot. 

Hesitating a moment to destroy my watch-guard and secrete my purse in 



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my boots, as I had seen others fast to do, I found when I came to lie down 
that the floor was more than occupied. I selected a fat and shivering 
Nashville Jew, who was muttering to himself that he had "no monish," nor 
"anydings else," and reclined upon him till we were aroused by a fero- 
cious rebel, crouching along the aisle, gun in hand, and pointed at us, too, 
saying: "Come, now, Yanks, get out of this; quick, too." Everybody got 
out speedily, in obedience to the order, and firing ceased. Thirteen of the 
stockaders had already been captured, one killed, and three severely 
wounded. Three or four rebel horses lay dead before us. I can only give 
my own experience during the succeeding fifteefl minutes. I was too much 
harassed to attend to other than private affairs. My feet touched the 
ground, and I fell into the hands of a big, dirty looking rebel lieutenant, 
with a United States army revolver in his band. He inquired for my arms, 
and I gave him a superior pistol without a murmer, though inwardly 
cursing the fortunes of war. The pistol did not satisfy the insatiate person, 
and he slapped all my pockets in quick succession till he felt my watch 
beneath his hand. 

The watch was a golden one, Worth six hundred dollars anywhere south 
of the Tennessee line, and doubly valuable to me for associations, so I 
ventured to hint, urbanely, that he was robbing me. He "couldn't and 
woul n't help it — a watch was jus't what he had been looking for!" He 
left me in charge of a guard, and sneaked away to the next perch, 
nor did I see him more. The "youthful guard" opened the conversation 
by inquiring if I possessed a pocket knife. I did, and he wanted it, and 
got it. I finally prevailed upon him to escort me to the line of prisoners, 
with my haversack on my arm, although several times on the route through 
the band the youthful guard was advised by his comrades in arms, "snatch 
that haverbag." Here and there were little knots of rebs., relieving pas- 
sengers of valuables and money, and in no 'case did I see anything taken 
which was not "just what the rebs. wanted." One Jew, from Clarksville, 
there were many Jews upon the trains, lost three thousand dollars in money 
before he reached a place of safety, under the eye of an officer, and nar- 
rowly escaped with his life. The rebels were particularly bitter on the race. 
Arriving at the line of prisoners, 1 introduced myself to a couple of 
officers, who sat lazily on their steeds, with each a leg thrown over the 
pommel of the saddle. They were major and colonel; major proved 
quickest; asked me to let him see that haversack. A parcel of unwashed 
linen, of which I had hurriedly divested myself in the morning, a toilet 
case with soaps were "just what he wanted;" a tooth brush he did not 
want as he »ave it to me, and I stood forth plucked as clean as a young 
ffobin. 

The colonel a great, good natured provincial, kindly offered me a bite 



184 GLEANINGS FROM 

of a plug of tobacco, or " inule harness," srniled, and softly felt of the hat 
I wore. He told me his name was Cluke, and pointed out a ragged line of 
men in the edge of the grove as "his regiment." My hat, for which I had 
paid a fabulous price in Nashville, was not good enough, so he compro- 
mised and took a traveling cap from the haversack, once mine, now the 
major's, saying it would be just the thing for "some of the boys," who were 
short of head gear. 

I found General Morgan in the centre of a bevy of ladies, standing un- 
covered in the falling dew, while all around his men were examining stolen 
property by the light of fires. He wore no insignia of rank, being dressed 
in the common round-about and pants of the rebel soldiers. The keen and 
little Basil Duke, who has risen to the rank of acting brigadier, flitted 
gracefully about, and seemed to be the master spirit of the party. 
f Next day, near West Point, on the Ohio, the lumber wagon, on which I 
had taken passage, passed through the head of the Confederate column on 
the march. We met several acquaintances of tbe previous night, but were 
not hindered. 

A PATRIOTIC MOTHER. 

A poor woman- of Campbell County, Virginia, sent nine sons to the war 
in one company in the Forty-Second Regiment, one of whom was below con- 
script age. One of these has died of disease, another has been crippled by 
a wound, but the remaining seven are now "present for duty." Well, this 
mother of the Gracchi — said Gracchi being unable to go to see her — came 
to see them the other day. She is about sixty years of age, but walked to 
the post where her boys were on picket at the time, from Guinea's Station, 
fifteen miles distant, in an incredibly shbrt space of time Do you wonder 
now at the performances of Jackson's foot cavalry, when they have such 
mothers? But to go on with the story: The accomplished officer now in 
command of the regiment having mentioned these facts to General Jones, 
it was decided, first, that the best ambulance in the brigade should convey 
her back to Guinea's, whenever it should please her to return; and second, 
that she should dine with himself and staff Hearing that the wife of one 
of the nine, as well as another woman, mother of three soldiers in the same 
regiment, had accompanied the old lady, they, too, were invited. Dinner 
passed off very pleasantly. One of our guests (the mother of the three) 
convinced us that we soldiers of the second war of independence were much 
better off than those of the first, by telling us that she had often Heard her 
father, who was a revolutionary soldier, tell his boys that they didn't 
.know nothing — that he had often waded through snow a foot deep in his 
bare shirt-tail ! 



AN' ARMY NOT !.'-l;uUK. | -."» 

A DOCUMENT OF EVIDENUi:. 

We give place, as an act of cbty, to the following report, and ask for it a 
careful perusal from any in America, or elsewhere, who still have the notion 
that the Yankees are fighting for civilization and the Union, as contem- 
plated by the Constitution of the United State?. Our friends abroad should 
give circulation to this document : 

Outrages of the Enemy — Report of the Select Committee, — By Mr. C. C. 
Clay, Senator fro'iti Alabama, I860. 

"The Select Committee of Thirteen, consisting of one Senator from each 
of the Confederate States, raised under a resolution of the Senate, at its 
last session, to collect and report evidences of the outrages committed by 
the enemy upon the persons ^and property of our citizens, in violation of 
the rules of civilized warfare and the rights of humanity, ask leave ro 
report: 

" That they have received statements of wrongs, injuries and outrages 
committed by the enemy in only four States of the Confederacy — Alabama, 
Arkansas, North Carolina and South Carolina — and that these embrace 
only a small part of what has been snffered by our citizens in these Statefe. 
But those statements show that our invaders have been utterly regardless of 
every principle of lawful warfare, every precept of the Christian religion, 
and every sentiment of enlightened humanity. In a spirit of wanton and 
vindictive malice, or of robber-like' rapacity, they have destroyed or carried 
off property, for which the estimates, made almost invariably under oath, 
amount in the aggregate to about five million dollars. In many parts of 
those States they have burned the dwellings and out-houses, grainaries, gins, 
and mill houses; the fences and crops; the implements of husbandry and 
tools of trade, and provisions for subsisting both man and beast; have cut 
down or otherwise destroyed the fruit trees and vineyards;- have killed the 
oxen, cows, the sheep and hogs; thereby evincing the base and savage pur- 
pose of taking from our people all their means of present and future sub- 
sistence; of forcing them to seek food and shelter beyond reach of their 
armies; and of wasting and desolating the land, that they may convert it 
into a desert. They have burned or battered down public edifices devoted 
to civil and religious purposes — school houses, court houses and churches — 
.and have either destroyed or taken off the public records, the books and 
the sacramental vessels; thereby displaying a desire or intention to destroy 
our muniments of property, our evidences of marriage or legitimacy, our 
history, and the very btfuds of society, and to resolve it into a condition of 
anarchy and civil strife, where no man's rights arc secure, and wrong may 
be done with impunity. They have not Spared even the memorials of our 
dead or suiiered their remains to rest undisturbed. Thpy have torn down 
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and mutilated the monuments in cemeteries, and have exhumed and opened 
coffins, either to gratify sordid avarice or fiendish malignity. They have 
mutilated or removed public and private libraries, portraits and other paint- 
ings, statues and other works of art and taste, pianos and other musical in- 
struments, and all household furniture. They have robbed many persons of 
relics of deceased parents, children, or other relatives or friends, which were 
invaluable to them, and valueless to the robbers, nrerely to torture the souls 
of our citizens and to satisfy their own mean and malevolent animosity. 
They have murdered peaceful and unoffending citizens, and have seized 
and taken many of them far from their families and homes, and incarcerated 
them in .prisons of the United States. To others, they have offered the 
choice of a prison or an oath of allegiance to the United States. They 
have rushed by regiments, battalions or companies into our villages, and 
robbed, like banditti, both men and women, in their dwellings and on the 
streets, of money, watches and other jewelry. Their soldiers have indulged 
their brutal passions upon women, sometimes ir, open day and in public 
places, with impunity, if not _by license of their officers. They have not 
spared either age, sex or, calling. Old men, women and children, ministers 
of religion, peaceful artizans, merchants, men of science and letters, tillers 
of the earth, and others not bearing arms, or guilty of any misconduct, have 
been made to suffer as hostages, or vicarious victims, for the severe but de- 
fensive blows inflicted by our gallant soldiers upon these cowardly invaders. 
Even those unfortunates whom the mysterious providence of God has bereft 
of reason, or of the faculty of speech, or the sense of sight or hearing, have 
not escaped the demoniacal wrath of our enemies. 

" The Committee would cite examples of each of these outrages, and the 
testimony by which they are sustained, but it would swell the report beyond 
the limits which will insure its publication and perusal, and as the wrongs 
and injuries done are not half told, the investigations having extended to 
only a small part of four States, they have deemed it best to postpone a 
full recital to another session of Congress, when .they may make a final 
report. 

"In conclusion, the Committee feel warranted in saying that the conduct 
of the war, on the part of our enemies, has not exhibited the moderation, 
the forbearance, the chivalrous courtesy, the magnanimity, or christian 
charity, which the spirit of the age demands, and which the practice of 
civilized nations for several centuries last past has generally illustrated. It 
has been a war not more against our unarmed men than helpless and inno- 
cent women and children. It has been prosecuted to destroy not only our 
means of defence, but our food and raiment ; not only to conquer, but to 
exterminate. It has been a war not only against the bodies, but against the 
spirit of our people also; their souls have been tortured by all, the ba ,e 



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arts of cowardly despotism; by subjecting them to insults and humiliations, 
as if the very slaves of their enemies; by robbing them of priceless treas- 
ures, consecrated in their, affections by associations with dead or absent 
kindred ; by false reports to those within their lines, and who were cut off 
from communication with their fellow-citizens beyond them, of repeated 
defeats and disasters attending Southern arms, and of our concessions of the 
hopelessness of our cause ; by desecrating graves, churches, and other sacred 
places ; by destroying things which do not add to means of hostility, but 
are only useful in peace, and serve, to promote the common and perpetual 
interests of mankind. In short, it has been prosecuted as if with the fell 
purpose of subjugating both the bodies and souls of our people, or of exas- 
perating and exterminating them. It has been a war against property, both 
public and private ; against both sexes and all classes of society; against 
the political, moral and religious sentiments of our people ; against their 
honor and their public affections ; against whatever has hitherto .been deemed 
sacred, inoffensive and exempt from hostility by all civilized nations. It 
has been conducted so as to insult while they injured; to exhibit towards 
us contempt as well as hatred. It has been waged as if they wished never 
to have had peace with us, or expected us never to hold in future any 
equality with them. Its prospective policy has not been to restore the 
Union, or to have any future commerce or interceurse with us as indepen- 
dent or friendly States. They disdain to conciliate, and design to subjugate 
or exterminate our people." 

A BRILLIANT AND SUCCESSFUL CHARGE. 

We have heard of a very singular charge, that occurred at Plain's store, 
below Port Hudson, but we are unable to give correctly the names of parties 
in the engagement. A Federal battery of ten guns had annoyed our troops 
for some time, when the commanding Confederate officer asked an unusual 
question to the commandant of our. battery — whether he thought his artil- 
lerists could charge and take the Federal pieces? His answer was : "We 
can try." The Confederate ordered one of his pieces to a high knoll at a 
distance, with express injunction to -open a brisk fire upon the battery he 
wished to capture. He then ceased fire with the balance of his own pieces. 
In a few minutes the whole concentrated fire of the ten Federal guns was 
upon his one distant piece and squad. At once forming his main company 
into line, he charged with a yell upon the Federal battery, driving the 
Yankees from their guns, and capturing the ten pieces. Some six thousand 
Federal infantry coming up, the Confederates had not time to bear off their 
prize. 'Our friends in Arkansas gave a specimen of a genuine infantry 
charge, but it has been left for the Confederates near Port Hudson, Louis- 
iana, to present "a successful and altogether unique artillery charge. 



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BADLY FRIGHTENED. 

A correspondent of the Charleston Courier wrote of tlie battles around 
Richmond as follows: 

Among the many incidents related, is one concerning a private in Colonel 
Wyuti Aiken's Regiment, from South Carolina, It appears that while 
watching the Yankees, no doubt with some anxiety, his company passed 
him, and he found himself alone in the vicinity of Williamsburg road, down 
which a Vermont regiment bad passed. Feeling his way through the 
woods, he came upon a man standing behind a tree, whom he took to be a 
friend. He thought that he, too, would get behind the same tree, and take 
a shot at the Yankees in the road. Quite carelessly, and with not the re- 
motest suspicion who was his companion, ho inquired : " What regiment do 
you belong to V " I belong to the Fifth Yarmeount," was the natal reply. 
The Palmetto says of himself that at this announcement his eyes stuck out 
like a lobster's, and he began to feel as if a thousand ants were creeping 
down the small of his back. The Yermonter was over six feet tall, and 
had a bayonet; while he was but five feet sis, without a bayonet. He 
reasoned, mentally, that if 'he ran suddenly, the Yankee would shoot, and 
yet lie felt prodigiously unwilling to remain, where he was. What to do he 
did not know. Directly, the "blue coat" asked him: " What regiment dew 
you b'long iew?" "Wall,'' replied the Confederate, (catching at the 
thought that he would pretend to be a Yankee also,) "wall, I b'long to a 
Massachusetts regiment, and 've got lost. But I 'm goin' down here behind 
this tree to git a shot at the rebels, and when I see one, I'm goin' to give 
him fits, like all tarnation." 

With this effort, our shrewd Confederate turned on his heel, walked very 
slow for a few rods, but in less than ■- xty seconds was tearing through the 
woods like a lunatic. He brought up, after traveling, he did n't no where, 
in the arms of the Twenty-First Mississippi Regiment, according to his own 
confession, the worst frightened man on the ground that day. 

"DO YOU TAKE GREENBACKS?" 

A train of cars freighted with Federal prisoners stopped at the Atlanta 
station, when the prisoners amused themselves talking to the news boys oa 
the platform. A Yankee officer said to one of the apple boys : 

" What do you ask for your apples ?" 

'•Dollar a dozen;" 

•' Do you take greenbacks V 

Apple boy cocked his little toe-head, winked one eye knowingly, and 
and replied, with his thumb to his nose : 

" No : but 1CC fuJt'C hill/', belli*'.;; .'" 



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THE CONFEDERACY IN JANUARY, 186". 

The following is from the message of President Davis : 
Our armies are larger, better disciplined, and more thoroughly armed and 
equipped than at any previous' period of the war. The energies of a whole 
nation, devoted to the single object of success in this war, have accomplished 
marvels, and many of our trials have, by a beneficent Providence, been 
converted into blessings. The magnitude of the perils which we have en- 
countered have developed the true qualities and illustrated the heroic 
character of our people, thus gaining for the Confederacy from its birth a 
just appreciation from the other nations of the earth. The injuries result- 
ing from the interruption of foreign commerce have received compensation 
by the development of our internal resources. Cannon crown our fortresses 
that were cast from the products of mines opened and furnaces built during 
the war. Our mountain eavis yield much of the nitre for the manufacture 
of powder, and promise increase of product. From our own foundries and 
laboratories, from our own armories and workshops, we derive, in a great 
measure, the warlike materials, the ordnance and ordnance stores, 'which are 
expended so profusely in the numerous and desperate engagements that 
rapidly succeed each other. Cotton a,nd woolen fabrics, shoes and harness, 
wagons and gun carriages, are produced in daily increasing quantities by 
the factories springing into existence. Our fields, no longer whitened by 
cotton that cannot bo exported, are devoted to the production of cereals and 
the growth of stock, formerly purchased with the proceeds of cotton. Id 
the homes of our noble and devoted women, without whose sublime sacrifices 
our success would have been impossible, the noise of the loom and of the 
spinning wheel may be heard throughout the land. With hearts swelling 
with gratitude, let us, then, join in returning thanks to God, and in beseech- 
ing the continuance of His protecting care over our cause, and the restora- 
tion of peace, with its manifold blessings, to our beloved country. 

A HEROINE AT VICKSBURG. 

A letter from the "City of the Hills," written by an officer of high 
character and undoubted veracity, says: 

I must tell you of a feat performed by a young girl, as told me by one 
who saw it, on the day of the hardest fight. Her brother belonged to one 
of the batteries, and hearing that he was wounded, she started out alone 
and on foot for the battle-field; and, against the remonstrance of all who 
saw her walked along the line of entrenchments and across an open field, 
swept by a murderous fire of musketry, grape and canister, as if she had 
been °- in°- to church to show her new bonnet, to the point where his bat- 
tery was. You can imagine that the men whom she passed did not fkht 
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190 GLEANINGS PROM 



THE PUGNACIOUS NIGGEKS. 



* The editor of the Richmond Examiner, in a serio-comic humor, thug 
ventilated himself in 1863 : 

Christendom is about to be regaled with a most savage, ridiculous, inef- 
fectual and odoriferous novelty. Dispatches announce that the negro sol- 
dier's bill has passed the Yankee House of Representatives by a vote of 
eighty-eight to fifty-four. " The slaves of loyal persons," says the dispatch, 
"are not to be received, and no recruiting officers are to be sent into the 
border States without the permission of their Governors. Mr. Stevens said 
three hundred thousand men would leave the army in May. We could not 
raise fifty thousand white men. Conscription was impossible." 

Wliat a confession' is here ! More than twenty millions of white people, 
educated highly in common schools, accustomed from childhood to those 
practical exercises by which the wits are supposed to be sharpened and the 
body invigorated, and priding themselves upon their endowments, .make war 
upon less than one-third their number of semi-barbarian Southerners, sloth- 
ful, ignorant, enervated, depraved ; and after two years of war, such as no 
people ever waged and none ever endured, (so vast in its magnitude and so 
vehement and malignant its energy,) the stronger power is forced, by the 
stern necessity of constant defeat and the inherent wickness of the cause, 
■to appeal from its own race to African slaves for help. How shameful the 
admission of weakness — how ridiculous the appeal for aid ! Three hundred 
thousand white men, trained in all the arts of modern warfare, throw down 
their arms in disgust in May, and their places are to be filled with negroes, 
who scarcely know the muzzle from the but of a musket, and who, there is 
every reason to believe, can never be taught the simplest evolutions of the 
line. Could the absurd folly of the Abolition crusade be more glaringly 
manifest than in this preposterous substitution of muscle for mind^ igno- 
rance for education, inexperience for training, clumsiness for skill, childish- 
ness for manhood, cowardice for courage, blind brute force for patriotism 
and reason, Africans for Anglo-Saxons ? It is the insanity of fanaticism 
whipped, beaten, driven to desperation. It is the last frantic, furious, use- 
less struggle of bad men, bewildered by the breaking down of an unright- 
eous cause ; in a word, it is the arrant idiocy of hopelessly defeated sin- 
fulness. 

Enlightened Europe may turn from the sickening horrors of a servile 
insurrection, invoked by the madmen at Washington, to a phase of this war, 
as it will be waged next summer, which, when depicted with historical 
accuracy and physiological fidelity, can scarcely fail to relieve its fears as to 
the future of the white race at the South, and conduce, in no small degree, 
to the alleviation of any epigastric uneasiness that Exeter Hall may expe- 
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The fate of the negro, of the white population at the South, and of the 
Northern army respectively, will be decided in a brief contest, which will 
occur about the middle of next June, and which we will describe as gravely 
and succinctly as possible. On the 1st of April, fifty thousand negroes, 
who have been previously drilled in various camps of instruction, will be 
debarked at Acquia Creek. Pugnacious Joseph Hooker, foaming at the 
mouth from long delay, will organize them into brigades and divisions with 
the velocity of frenzied impatience. But it will require sis week's of inces- 
sant toil to perform .this simple feat. It is at last accomplished. The pon- 
toons are laid safely and crossed without opposition. To prevent accident, 
the grand colored division is put in' the van. Greely, its commander, re- 
mains at Acquia Creek, il with a powerful glass," after the manner of 
Burnside. The skirmishers of the grand colored division are thrown out. 
They deploy. 

The voice of an overseer calling hogs is heard in a distant field. They 
rally on the reserve. No rebels being visible, they are again thrown for- 
ward. Tney feel for the enemy, but he is not to be felt. They fire a* 
nothing, fifty feet in the air, and hit it every time. The rebels, being thus 
driven to their earthworks, the grand colored division advances at the pas 
de charge, singing a Methodist refrain, to storm the enemy's position, and 
to " carry the crest" at all hazards. Of a -sudden, the artillery of A. P. 
Hill's command belches forth a hurricane of shell and shrapnel. There is 
a rising of wool, as of quills upon the fretful porcupine, under the caps 
of dusky brigadiers and sooty major generals ; there is a simultaneous 
effusion of mellifluous perspiration from fifty thousand tarry hides ; there is 
a display of ivory like fifty thousand flashes of lightning; fifty trrousand. 
pairs of charcoal knees are knocking together, and one hundred thousand 
Ethiopian eyeballs are rolling medly in their sockets, like so many drunken 
and distracted moons dancing in an ebon sky; the grand colored division 
trembles like a mighty pointer , dog on an icy pavement; there is an uni- 
versal' squall, as if all Africa had been kicked upon its shins; at the self- 
same moment a scattering, as if all the blackbirds, crow3 and buzzards in 
creation had taken wings at once. To a man, the Northern army lies pros- 
trate in the field, asphyxiated by the insufferable odor bequeathed to the 
atmosphere by the dark departed host. For a like cause, the rebel army is 
in full retreat to llichmond. Solitary and alone, with his nose in' his hand," 
A. P. Hill surveys the siknt scene. 

WELL PUT. 

A Yankee puffer having stated that Hooker's headquarters are in the 
saddle, the Mobile Advertiser observes: " Te think of a general that did n't 
know his hindquarters from his headquarters expecting to whip General Lee." 



V.i"2 CLEANINGS FROM 

THE CONTEST ABOVE THE GRAVES . 

A correspondent of the New York Herald, writing from Gettysburg, 
thus alludes to the traces of the struggle at the' cemetery : 

Monuments and headstones lie here and there overturned. Graves, once 
carefully tended by some loving hand, have been trampled by horses' feet 
until the vestiges of verdure have disappeared. The neat and well trained 
shrubbery has vanished, or is but a broken and withered mass of tangled 
brush wood. On one grave lies a dead artillery horse, fast decomposing 
under the July sun. On another lie the torn garments of some_ wounded 
soldier, staked and saturated with his blood. Across a small headstone, 
bearing the words, " To the memory of our beloved child Mary," lie the 
fragments of a musket shattered by a cannon shot. In the centre of the 
space, enclosed by an iron fence, and containing a half dozen graves, a few 
rails are still standing, where they were erected by our soldiers, and served 
to support the shelter tents of a bivouacking squad. .A family shaft has 
been broken to fragments by a shell, and only the base remains, with a por- 
tion of the inscription thereon. Stone after stone felt the effect of the feu 
d'en/er that was poured upon the crest of the hill. Cannon thundered, and 
foot and horse soldiers tramped over the sleeping places of the dead. Other 
dead were added to those who are resting there, and many a wounded 
soldier still lives to remember the contest above those silent graves. 

JTJVENIL3 JOKE. 

A little boy, in Nashville, Tennessee, a vender of pies, started out with 
his basket, when he was accosted by a Federal on a horse. A tempting pie 
was purchased, when the Federal, suspicious by a depraved nature, requested 
the boy to taste a piece; the boy complied, returned it, and the Federal 
commenced eating. The boy, understanding the fears of Uncle Sam's 
hireling, immediately sang out: " Don't you think I kuow'd which side had 
the pisin "{" The pie was thrown down hastily, but the boy kept the dime 
and the joke. 

AN INCIDENT OF THE COLUMBUS FIGHT. 

The Memphis Argus tells the following : 

• Our esteemed ci.tizen, Lorn. Fafren, of this county, had a son in the fight 
at Columbus, who was, perhaps, the first to meet his death. His servant 
was with the company, and, in the progress of the battle, missed his master. 
Looking-for him, he found him cold m death. The faithful slave took his 
young master's musket and cartridge box, fell into the ranks, and fought all 
day with unflinching gallantry, dealing death to many a Lincolnite. 



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Jackson's last hours. 

As any facts connected with the character and services and fall of Gen. 
Jackson are interesting, the following account is taken, at the risk of some 
repetition, from a correspondent of the Richmond Enquir.er : 

The wounding of General Jackson has been* minutely detailed to me by 
Captain Wilbourne, of his staff. The facts, in substance, are these: General 
Jackson, in company with a number of his own and a part of the staff of 
General A. P Hill, had ridden beyond the front line of the skirmishers, after 
the close of the fighting on Saturday night, as was often the habit of the 
general When ho had finished his observations, and as he was returning, 
he was fired upon through mistake by some of his own men, and was 
wounded in the right hand and on the left arm. At the same time, all the 
rest of the party were either killed or wounded — including Captain Boswell, 
his engineer — excepting Captain Wilbourne, and perhaps one other person. 
The general at once said he was wounded, and as soon as possible was con- 
veyed to the rear and his arm bandaged. Just then the enemy began an 
attack, and it was with difficulty that General Jackson was not injured in 
being borne from the field, as the firing both of small arms and artillery 
was very rapid, and the rain of shells and balls fell thick and fast about him. 

The messenger who carried General Lee the intelligence of this severe 
misfortune, tells me that he found the general on a bed of straw, about four 
o'clock in the morning, and that when told of what had occurred, his words 
were these: "Thank God it is no worse; God be praise 1 that he is still 
alive," and that he further said: "Any victory is a dear one that deprives 
us af the services of Jackson, even for a short time." Upon the informant 
mentioning that he believed it was General Jackson's intention to have 
pressed them on Sunday, had he not have fallen, General Lee quietly said: 
"These people shall be pressed to-day," at the same time rising, about four 
A. M. Hastily dressing and partaking of his simple fare of ham and 
crackers, he sallied forth, I hear, unattended; and made such dispositions 
as rendered that Sabbath a blessed day for cur cause, even though a Jack- 
son had fallen among its leaders. 

As every incident connected with these two great men must interest the 
reader, I will mention, as quite current, that when General Jackson re- 
ceived the letter which General Lee sent him on Sunday morning, bursting 
into tears, he said: "Far better for the Confederacy that ten Jacksons 
should have fallen than one Lee." 

'General Jackson, after receiving his wound, was conveyed to the house 
of Mr. Thomas Chandler, in Caroline, where all that skillful attention and 
attendance could afford to heal his wounds was done, but all in vain; his 
mission was fulfilled, his work was done, and the hero of the Valley cam- 
paign and the Stonewall of the South had passed from earth away. 
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394 GLEANINGS FROM 

Of Jackson it may be said, what can be affirmed of but few men that have 
lived in this great struggle, that he has fulfilled a great purpose in history, 
wrought out the mission for which he was ordained of Providence, and that, 
"dying, he has left no. stain which, living, he would wish to blot." His 
example, let us hope and believe, will survive him, and in the coming fights, 
let Jackson's men show to the world that "a dead Jackson shall win the 
field." 

The Richmond Presbyterian says: 

A few nights before this battle, an equally characteristic incident occurred 
that is worthy of record. He was discussing with one of his aids the 
probability and issue of a battle, when he became unusually excited. After 
thinking it over fully, he paused, and with deep humility and reverence 
said : "My trust is in God;" then, as if the sound of battle was in his ear, 
he raised himself to his tallest stature, and with flashing eyes and a face all 
blazing with the fire of the conflict, he exclaimed, "I wish they would 
come." Trust in God and eagerness for the fray were two of the great 
elements of that marvellous success that seemed to follow him like a star, 
so that he was never defeated, or failed in anything he ever undertook. 

After he was wounded, he retained his cheerfulness, and remarked to a 
friend the pleasurableness of the sensations in taking chloroform; stating 
that he was conscious of everything that was done to him; that the sawing 
of his bone sounded to him like the sweetest music, and every sensation 
was one of delight. 

Conversing with an aid, he pointed to his mutilated arm and said, 
"many people would regard this as a great misfortune; I regard it as one 
of the greatest blessings of my life." Mr. S. remarked, "all things work 
together for good, to those that love God." " Yes, yes," he emphatically 
said, " that 's it, that 's it." 

General Lee wrote him a beautiful note, so characteristic of his own 
generosity and worth. 

After heariug it read, he said, with his usual modesty and reverence, 
"General Lee should give the glory to God." He always seemed j'ealous 
for the glory of his Saviour. 

When it was told him that General Stuart led his old Stonewall Brigade 
to the charge with the watchword, " Charge, and remember Jackson," and 
that inspired by this, they made so brilliant and resistless an onset, he was 
deeply moved, and said: "It was just like. them; it was just like them. 
They are a noble body of men." 

He had always desired to die, if it were God's will, on the Sabbath, and 
seemed to greet its light that day with peculiar pleasure, saying, with evi- 
dent delight, " It is the Lord's day," and inquired anxiously what provision 
had been made for preaching to the army; and having ascertained that 



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arrangements were made, he was contented. Delirium, which occasionally 
manifested itself during the last two days, prevented, some of the utterances 
of his faith, which would otherwise have doubtless been made. His 
thoughts vibrated between religious subjects and the battle-field, now asking 
some question about the Bible or church history, and then giving an 
order — "Pass the infantry to the front," "Tell Major Hawks to send for- 
ward provisions to the men," "Let us cross over the river, and rest under 
the shade of the trees" — until at last his gallant > spirit gently passed over 
the dark river, and entered on its rest where the tree of life is blooming 
beside the crystal river in the better country. 

butler's perquisites. 

"Three ships, two steamers, and one barque." These vessels will arrive 
at Long Wharf. They contain the' immense wealth accumulated by General 
Butler and staff, while stationed at New Orleans, which is estimated at 
about six millions dollars. There are two boots full of diamonds, one tea 
chest of childrens' silver mugs, one cradle full of ladies' gold hair-pins, 
two bandboxes of pincushions, one coal-hod of mosaic brooches, two 
clothes-haskets of altar ornaments, seventeen valises of gold and silver 
watches, twenty-one- strawberry boxes of gold rings, (stolen from ladies 
while walking in the streets,) two sugar boxes of silver door plates and 
knobs; and stocking full of decanter labels, sixteen segar boxes of gold pens 
and silver ever-pointed pencil cases, twenty-one pianos (one for each of the 
staff), two church organs (a little out of tune), one hack, five poodles, six 
stallions, and various other articles too numerous to mention. Colonel 
French, on his return, will bring the remainder of the lot. 

GENERAL HARDEE AND TEE ARKANSAS RAW RECRUIT. 

An anecdote is told of General Hardee, which shows, in a very amusing 
light, the kind of material out of which .an army of volunteer soldiery is 
formed. About the beginning of the war, the General was forming the 
nucleus of an army in South-east Missouri, and being a great disciplinarian, 
was very active in teaching his men the rules and duties of a soldier's life. 
It happened one night that a sentinel had been placed to guard some stores 
near the entrance of the general's headquarters. Returning home rather 
late from a tour of inspection, he passed the sentinel a few paces from his 
door, and not being honored with the usual salute of "present arms," he 
halted, and in a kind but commanding tone, said: "Don't you know me'/" 
"No, sir," replied the uncouth Arkansian, "who are you?" "I am General 
Hardee, sir!" Whereupon, the raw recruit advanced a few paces, put out 
his hand for a shake, and said in a most familiar tone: "My name, general 
is Bill Dickcvson, and I'm right glad to make your acquaintance!" 



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GENERAL STUART S EXPLOITS. 



The Richmond Dispatch gives some incidents connected with the gallant 
deeds of General Stuart, from which we select the following: 

Leaving Old Church, and passing down the road by Smith's Store, New 
Kent was reached, and the column came to a stand at Putney's Mills, on 
the Pamunkey. There they destroyed the three transports found' lying in 
the river, the fourth having drifted down the stream. On our approach, 
the Yankees were'heard shouting to each other: "Didn't I tell you so," 
said one. "Old Jackson is after us." "He's got us, sure," said another; 
and his voice was stopped by a volley. The vessels had on board a vast 
quantity of tropical fruits, very tempting to our men ; but the three were 
fired, and long after, the lurid flames were seen lighting up the evening 
sky. The approach of our men to this place was a perfect "astonisher." 
A few moments before, some of the renegade dragoons had ridden hastily 
through the place. 

"What's the matter?" was asked. "Hell's after us," was the only reply, 
as the bold dragoons added fresh spurs, and hastened on to a place of safety. 

Another incident — one of a true Virginia heroine — is still more interest- 
ing. Y/ithin a few hundred yards of the enemy's cavalry camp stands the 
residence of the accomplished Hiss , and seeing a Yankee ap- 
proaching her house, she demanded bis instant surrender, telling him he 
was surrounded by rebel cavalry, and all resistance vain. Though fully 
accoutred, and armed with no less than four pistols, the gallant son of Mars 
divested himself of, all weapons, and very meekly surrendered to the youDg 
heroine, who unceremoniously marched him into her house, and held him 
there in durance vile until the arrival of Stuart's troopers, when he was 
handed over with all honors, the lady blushing, and gallant, dusty horsemen 
laughing. 

At another time, this same heroic damsel saw some twenty-five Federal 
cavalrymen clashing along the road towards her residence, when she in- 
formed them, much to their surprise, that they were entirely surrounded 
by rebel horse, that the roads and woods were full of them, and all avenues 
of escape hermetricaily sealed. Receiving this gratuitous and pleasing 
information with woeful countenance, the gallant Yankees raised a white 
flag, trotted meekly and modestly along the road, when, falling in with a 
party of our men, surrendered with good grace, delivered up their arms, 
and were conducted to the rear. 

It is narrated that when the Federal cavalry broke and ran from their 
camps, upon the appearance of the second squadron charging down the road 
upon them, the chase that ensued was intensely exciting and rapid. Y> r hile 
galloping down the roads, "full tilt," amid clouds of dust, and under a 
cloudless sky, ladies would rush to the doors ; wave handkerchiefs, and shout 



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with laughter and delight, but their constant cheers were soon drowned in 
the earth-shaking noise of squadrons thundering along the road, and the 
jar and jingle and rush of flying artillery dashing forward with ten-horse 
teams. But one hearty old dame, standing at her gate, with waving ker- 
chief, insisted on being heard, as she repeatedly shouted, at the top of her 
voice: "Hurrah, my Dixie boys! I told 'em you'd coma, boys! Hurry! 
hurry down the road after 'em! They're only half a mile ahead! Chase 
'em away, my brave Dixie boys! I've wanted to get rid of the blue var- 
mints a long while. Hurrah for our cavalry!" "Quick, lads, quick!" 
shouted an old farmer, with stentorian lungs and with much gesticulation, 
"quick, or they'll escape, the rascals! Cut 'em down, and spare none ef 
the thieving scoundrels!" In fact, the race of two or three miles was more 
like a holiday spectacle than aught else. Teams would stand at the wagon 
or plough— negroes rushed to the fence and perched thereon-, grinned and 
laughed, to the great danger of bursting their eyeballs or dislocating jaws — 
doors were dashed open and out rushed the inmates, cheering — yet onward 
sped the jingling horsemen, amid clouds of dust and roars of laughter, until 
naught could be seen of their progress but clouds of dust rising over the 
green landscape. 

SERGEANT MICKLEIt's LAST SCOUT. 

The daring exploits of Captain John Mickler on the islands of our coast 
are familiar to all South Carolinians, but it is not so well known that he had 
a younger brother in Virginia, who has also carried terror among the Yan- 
kee marauders. Sergeant William A. Mickler is the youngest brother of 
Captain Mickler, and went out to Virginia in the Hampton Legion, a pri- 
vate in the Beaufort District troop, (now Company E, Second South Carolina 
cavalry). His many soldierly qualities, and his constant attention to duty, 
at length caused General Hampton to appoint him commander of scouts for 
his brigade. In this capacity, he has more than fulfilled the expectations of 
his commanding officers, and has been recommended to the Secretary of 
War by General 11. E. Lee for promotion. The dashing affair in the streets 
of Erentsvillef his fight in Cedar Run, where with ten men he engaged, put 
to flight and pursued for five miles sixty-four Yankee dragoons; his encoun- 
tering and totally routing two hundred of the enemy's cavalry with fifteen 
men at Greenwood Church, are a few among the many daring exploits 
which he has performed. The last affair in- which he was engaged was the 
most successful of all. The facts are as follows : 

His entire party consisted of Sergeant Sparks, color sergeant of the 
regiment; Corporal Doolin, Company A, Boykin's Hangers; Sergeant Hen- 
derson, Corporal Mickler, Privates Beck, Johnson and Shoolbred, Company 
B, Beaufort District troops ; Sergeant Butler and Shirer ; Privates Crafton, 



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Hermeo-an and Hogan, Company I, Edgefield Hussars; and Privates Miller 
and Willing-ham, Company K, Brooks' Troop — all picked men, and, with a 
single exception, from the troops composing the Hampton Legion cavalry. 
In addition to the men from his own regiment, he had with him a party of 

ten men from the First North Carolina cavalry, under — Hanly, and 

three volunteers from the Prince William's cavalry. Having stopped for 
the nit^ht'in the neighborhood of Deep River, and waiting the next morning 
for his men to assemble, he learned that a party of ten Yankee cavalry, un- 
der a lieutenant, was making its way towards Wolf iliver Shoals. Corporal 
Mickler had already been detached with a party of men to sccut the road 
in another direction, after some of the enemy reported to be prowling about. 
Upon hearing this information, Sergeant Mickler immediately sent Hanly, 
with his North Carolinians, to pursue them, while he pushed on to cut them 
off from the ford. Hanly soon came up with the enemy, and gallantly 
charged them, driving them before him and capturing a prisoner. The 
chase was kept up for about two miles, when Hanly's men, their horses not 
being able to keep up, became so scattered, that but two or three remained 
with him. The Yankee lieutenant seeing this, rallied his men on the crest 
ofahillinan open field and returned the fire of the North Carolinians. 
Sergeant Mickler, who had heard the firing when Hanly first charged, had 
come at a break-neck speed for two miles, and now appeared on the scene. 
So rapid had been his speed that only Sergeant Henderson and Hogan had 
kept up with him. He rode up to Hanly, and asked why he did not charge 
them. The reply was that his men had got so scattered in the pursuit that 
lie had not been able to act them together for a charge. Sergeant Mickler 
then immediately ordered a charge, and followed by Sergeant Henderson, 
Hanly and Hogan, dashed upon the enemy. Regardless of the balls which 
whizzed around their heads, they held their fire till they got within fifty 
yards, when they opened with their revolvers, and the Yankees broke and 
fled. Over the hill, across the fields, they were followed by their dauntless 
pursuers till their flight was partially aTrested in attempting to pass through 
a gate, and Sergeant Mickler's party came up with them. The fight noW 
became hand to hand, four against nine. It was desperate, but short. One 
of the Yankees was wounded in two places, and four others were unhorsed 
and taken prisoners. The lieutenant, with his remaining three men, escaped 
through the gate, and continued their rapid flight across the fields. They 
were closely pursued by Mickler and his men, and at last jammed in the 
corner of a fence they could not jump, they yielded themselves prisoners to 
a foe they could not elude. 

Sergeant Mickler now received information that a party of forty-six of 
the enemy's cavalry were on the wayi'rom Brentsville to Manassas Junction. 
He determined to attack them, and sent .off the prisoners under a guard, 



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keeping with him seventeen men. He laid an ambuscade on the road be- 
tween Broad Run and Manassas, and awaited their approach. Sparks, 
Hanly, Hennegan and Doolin were kept mounted, with orders to charge the 
rear of the enemy's column as they came out of the ambuscade, and secure 
all loose horses. The remainder of the party were dismounted and secreted 
in the woods along the road. The Yankees came on with drawn sabers, on 
the lookout for Micklcr and his men. When they got in the ambuscade, 
one of them, noticing the tracks, remarked, "Some d — d rebels have been 
along here." Another replied, " No, our boys passed here." Scarcely had 
he spoke, when the signal gun was fired from the rear, and a rattling volley 
answered along the whole column. A scene of indescribable confusion 
ensued. The cries and groans of wounded men, clinging in terror to their 
madly rearing and plunging horses, the faint moans of the dying, as they 
were trampled under the hoofs of their own chargers, and the wild, fearful 
rush to escape from this scene of death and horror may be better imagined 
than described. 

The mounted men, without waiting for the column to pass,*charged im- 
petuously on the enemy, and engaged in a desperate hand to hand conflict 
with three times their number. Hanly's horse was shot "dead under' him. 
Hennegan's charger fell with him in the road, and instantly several Yankee 
dragoons and horses had fallen over him. He extricated himself from the 
struggling mass, and crawling up the steep bank, began coolly firing with 
his revolver at the Yankees as they stumbled over the fallen men and 
horses. Doolin captured and brought off two prisoners. Sparks followed a 
Yankee Captain and ordered him to surrender. The reply was: " I surren- 
dfcr, sir, but I can 't hold my horse." At the same moment another of 
the enemy cried out: " Captain, why do n't you shoot the d — d- rebel 1" and, 
turning in his saddle, fired his revolver. * The ball passed through the 
body of Sparks, piercing his right lung.' Surrounded by enemies, not a 
single one of his friends in sight, wounded painfully and dangerously, (per- 
haps mortally, his situation was critical. But his coolness and courage 
never forsook him for a moment. Wheeling his horse short into the woods, 
he rode about a hundred yards, and fell from his horse to the ground. He 
was aroused from his fainting condition by the sound of footsteps, and saw 
a Yankee dragoon approaching. Feebly raising his head on his left elbow, 
with his revolver in his right hand, he called upon the enemy to surrender 
and deliver up his arms. And when the fight was over, he was found in 
the same position, with the disarmed Yankee dragoon standing before him. 
As soon as possible, Micklcr's party remounted their- horses and followed the 
flying enemy. Twice the Yankees, rallied by their ofiicers, and trusting to 
their greatly superior numbers, made a stand, and twice did Mickler and his 
men, with revolvers empty, and trusting to their sabres alone, dash upon the 



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enemy and drive them headlong before them. For a mile and a half was 
the pursuit kept up down the road toward Dumfries, where Mickler with- 
drew to secure his prisoners. The enemy lost in this affair two^killed on 
the spot, eight wounded and five taken prisoners ; a loss almost equal to the 
entire number of their assailants. Sparks was so severely wounded that it 
was impossible to remove him on horseback, and as it was reported that a 
very heavy force was moving up from Dumfries, it was important that 
Mickler' s party should lose no time in. carrying off their prisoners. They 
sent to a neighboring house for a carriage to convey Sparks, and a young 
lady immediately came, like a ministering angel, to proffer her services. So 
they left him to her tender care, and as she bent weeping over him, wiping 
the bloody foam from his lips, he smiled, raised his head from her lap, and 
waving his hand feebly to his comrades, said: " Go. on, boys, don't wait for 
me." 

INCIDENT AT THE BATTLES, ON THE RAPPAHANNOCK. 

There is a young Georgia soldier, who, during the first two years of the 
war, fought all through the Virginia battles, except the first Manassas, and 
had never been touched by Yankee ball or shell until the great fight on the 
Rappahannock. There he was wounded very severely in the face, and also 
in the. hand by Minie balls. Walking off the field, covered with blood 
and very faint, though still keeping his loaded gun in. the uninjured hand, 
he s^w a Yankee marching off three of our boys, unarmed, as prisoners. 
The Yankee called out to the wounded soldier, being quite near him, to 
surrender; instead of which he instantly raised his gun and shot the 
Yankee dead, thus saving himself and releasing the three prisoners. The 
name of the young, soldier is Jesse J. Morris, a private in General John- 
ston's fine company, the Thomson Guards, Company F, Tenth Georgia 
regiment. He is one of four brothers now in the service. 

THE WAY THEY FIGHT. 

A person who was in the battle of Lexington, Missouri, relates the fol- 
lowing: 

I saw one case that shows the Confederate style of fighting. An old 
Texan, dressed in buckskin and armed with a long rifle, used to go up to 
the works every morning about seven o'clock, carrying his dinner in a tin 
pail. Taking a good position, he banged away at the Federals till noon; 
then an hour, ate his dinner, after which he resumed operations till six P. 
M., when he returned home to supper and a night's sleep. The next day, 
a little before seven, saw him, dinner and rifle in hand, trudging up street 
to begin again his regular day's work. And in this style he continued till 
the surrender. 



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HEROISM. 



The New Orleans True Delta, in its account of the exploit of the Ma - 
nassas, relates an act of chivalrous courage performed by two seamen, while 
shot and shell were falling thickly upon the ram, which deserves to be held 
in everlasting remembrance : 

The Kichmond now took the Viocc-mes in tow, and the Water Witch 
grappled the Preble, all the time keeping up a heavy fire on the ram, but 
without striking her except once, and then knocking down the remaining 
chimney over the vent of the other one. This choked up the outlet for the 
smoke, and as they were yet burning the tar, .sulphur and tallow, the 
asphyxiating gas that arose from it rushed down and spread throughout the 
hoat, threatening to suffocate every one in a few minutes. Nothing was to 
.be done except for some one to go on deck and cut away the wreck, while 
the ships, less than a quarter of a mile distant, were raining their balls all 
around them. 

Seizing an axe, Mr. Hardy rushed up the companion-way, nor could 
Lieutenant Warley, who had not discovered the accident, hold him back. 
Austin saw him go up, and knowing that he could not stand alone on the 
arched roof, followed him up. There, on the unguarded top, Hardy cut 
away the fallen chimney and its guys with the axe, while Austin, bracing 
his feet firmly apart, held him steady. Ail the while the balls and shells 
were whistling past and around them. The vent was opened, and the sul- 
phurous smoke rushed out, just as these below were getting suffocated. 

HEROISM AT THE 3ATTL3 OS "WILLIAMSBURG. 

Peyton T. Manning, of Mississippi, au aid of General Longstreet, dis- 
tinguished himself by leading into the fight a cumber of regiments, among 
them the Nineteenth Mississippi. During the excitement of the charge, he 
found himself many yards in advance of the regiment he was leading, and 
being tripped by the limb of a felled tree, ^as thrown on his back. While 
in this position, a Yankee major rushed up and called on him to surrender. 
He refused, and snapped his revolver at him. The major returned the fire, 
the ball penetrating his clothes close to his body. Manning then fired 
another barrel, and brought the major dovu. A number of privates ran up 
just at this time calling on him to surrender. He replied by firing off the 
other barrels of his revolver, killing two ox them, and the rest fled. He 
returned to the major, received his o'ying luessage, his watch, sword, etc., 
and carried them back to the lines. Mere is another of the many instances 
of personal heroism on the part of Southern soldiers, which, up to this time, 
has never been recorded. 
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A POSER. 



On the outer picket lines of our advanced post, near Suffolk, Lieutenant 
Colonel Biehard Nixon, commanding the Ninety-ninth New York Volun- 
teers, was the officer in charge of the pickets, who, by mutual agreement, 
have decided not to fire upon each other. 

JJeing within pistol shot of each other, the outposts converse freely 
together, and the following conversation took place: 

" Union Picket— 11 Hallo, Eeb !" 

Relcl Picket— "Bow are you, Yank?" 

Union Picket — "I say, Pteb, can't you come over and give me a secesh 
paper?" 

Rebel Picket — "No! Our officers don't allow it. They are very strict 
now." 

Union Picket — " That's all in my eye ; our officers let us clo as we please." 

Hereupon, the - rebel picket studied a moment, and asked the Union 
picket whether he meant what he said about his officers. The Union 
Soldier replied in the affirmative, when the rebel archly replied: "If your 
officers let you do as you please, why don't you go home?" 

The interesting Union picket was Colonel Nixon, who is considerable of 
a wag, but a most courageous and accomplished soldier, and this poser of 
the butternut completely silenced him. 

HALTING BETWEEN TWO OPINIONS. 

A Yankee "bold soldier" having crept up behind a tree, rather close to 
our works at Cold Harbor, was discovered by our boys, who brought some 
dozen dangerous looking muzzles to bear on him, and ordered him to "come 
in." Yank hesitated; bang, bang; the dirt and bark of the tree wa3 
knocked about his ears. He saw he was " in a fight," and so concluded to 
come in, for which purpose he laid down his gun. Seeing his object, his 
Yankee brethren began to fire on him. This changed his mind, and he 
started back to them; whereupon a whole "posse" of rebels let fly at him. 
Yank quickly came to a halt, perhaps to weigh the chances, both sides 
hallooing for him to come to them. Wisely deciding the rebels were the 
most dangerous marksmen, he turned and started for them at something a 
little above a double quick. The whole Yankee line fired on him; but 
despite of seventy-five yards of open field, and three tumbles which he took 
in the race, he reached our lines in safety, with an almost brfcathless, 
"Jerus'lem John! how yure fellows shoot!" He said he had been a sea- 
man until recently, and gave his name as Sinbad the Sailor. Doubtless his 
advent into the rebel lines will compare favorably with some of the adven- 
tures of the hero of the Arabian Ni-;hts. 



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FAITHFUL SLATES. 



A private letter from the army said : 

Aliek is quite well, and begs to be remembered to each and every one at 
home. During my sojourn in Maryland, he was often separated from me 
for several days, and often had my horse, and could have ridden into the 
enemy's line without the slightest difficulty, still he was always on hand 
when wanted, and seems devoted to me. I now consider him thoroughly 
tried and faithful. 

One of the most touching things I have seen since my connection with 
the army, was the devotion of major White's servant, an old negro he 
brought from home with him. The major was shot at a battery which we 
charged, and from which we were obliged, from want of support, to fall 
back. The news had not reached the old man, and the next morning he 
rode down to the lines where we were, to bring the Major's breakfast, and 
when he learned that the major was dead, he sat down, and wept like a child. 
After recovering himself, he begged to be allowed to go to the enemy's 
lines and try to recover his master's body, aud when refused his grief 
seemed to increase ten-fold. All day he watched and waited, hoping by 
some means to get the body ; and when I insisted that he should go to the 
rear, the old man left very reluctantly, begging me to use every means to 
recover his master's remains : this, about nightfall, I succeeded in doing, by 
which he was much relieved. The next morning he saddled his horse, 
packed all of his master's baggage upon him, and started off on his home- 
ward journey of nearly a thousand miles. An instance of greater devotion 
I never saw. 



A FAITHFUL NEGRO. 



A soldier from the battle-field of Richmond, has related the following 
incident, showing the fidelity of the Southern negro to his master. It is 
worthy of record : 

In the fight of Tuesday, near Richmond, a negro man named Nathan, 
belonging to Lieutenant Williams, of Company G, First Georgia Regulars, 
was captured by a Yankee Lieutenant, and taken to the Yankee camp. 
The- negro was sent to a spring to procure some water for his new master, 
but instead of performing that task, he kept on his way to the Confederate 
lines, where, on his arrival, he presented himself to General Hill, together 
with two horses which he captured from the Yankees on his "masterly 
retreat." The horses were wounded, and General Hill gave them to the 
negro. Nathan immediately sold one of the horses for fifty dollars, but per- 
sistently refused to sell the other. He then reported himself to his master, 
Lieutenant Williams, and is now serving him as faithfully as ever. 



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LADIES AND CHILDREN IN BATTLE. 

A correspondent of the Charleston Courier, describing one of the battles 
around Richmond, relates the following : 

Durina; the battle several ladies and children had a narrow escape from 
death. They were in a house near the position at which the enemywere at 
one time aligned, and as the latter retreated our troops followed. Lieuten- 
ant Moultrie Dwight, the Assistant Inspector-General of General Kershaw, 
hearing strange voices within the premises, and thinking they might come 
from the enemy, drew his revolver and tried to open the door. It was 
locked. He demanded to be let in. The bolt was withdrawn from two 
doors and two female heads, disordered and frightened, peeped out. 

" Any Yankees in here ?" said Dwight. " No, there aint one in here — 
I declare I never was so scared in my life," was the reply. " Let me in — I 
want to see for myself," and Dwight looked in all the closets, and under the 
bed. Under the latter he found some babies, but no enemy was discovered, 
and begging pardon for his intrusion he backed out. The next morning he 
went to the house again, and found that the occupants, consisting of four 
ladies and seven or eight children, had barely escaped with their lives. 
Seven balls had gone through and through the house, over forty had struck 
it in various places, the top of the chimney had been knocked off by a shell, 
and various other injuries inflicted upon the premises. Nothing but the 
presence of mind of the inmates in lying flat oU the floor prevented them 
from being wounded or killed. 

THE FLAG OF THE TENTH ALABAMA. 

Lieutenant-Colonel J E. Shelby, in an elegant letter to Governer Watts, 
committed the battle torn flag of the Tenth Alabama Regiment to the care 
of the State of Alabama. The Governor replied with an enthusiastic, fervid 
letter, characteristic of the man, and accepted the honored flag, in behalf of 
the State, " as an emblem of virtue, valor and renown." In his letter he 
speaks as follows: 

This is the flag, which, at the battle of Chancollorsville, was grasped by 
the dying hand of James George, of him who, when shell and shot fell thick 
as hail, said : "The flag of the.Tenth Alabama has never yet been lowered 
in the face of the loe ; and while I have the strength of arm to keep it up- 
lifted, it never shall be." And he broke not his word. When the staff 
was severed by a hostile shell, he grasped the broken pieces, with both 
hands, still kept its folds, in h^'/.hty defiance, unfurled, until his body, 
pierced to death, refused strength ..o his heroic arms. Well may you say, 
the stars of such a flag "are fixed with unfading light, in the historic recol- 
lections" of our country's noblest battles. 



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i 
A NUT FOR YANKEES. 

We yesterday received a note from an old patriot, seventy-six years of 
age, residing in Tallahassee, Florida, who after referring to our account of 
the "Roman Matron," in this city, who bade her two sons defend Virginia 
against the Northern invaders, and die before they should disgrace them- 
selves, relates an incident of actual occurrence, in the South, which we give 
in nearly his own words : Two boys, under seventeen years of age, sons of a 
wealthy cotton planter on Lake Jackson, near Tallahassee, contracted the 
war fever and volunteered to go to Pensacola. "When equipped for the 
march, and having taken leave of father, mother and sisters, they came to 
part with their old nurse — overwhelmed with tears, she addressed them 
thus: "Now, young masters, stop this weeping; go and fight for your 
country like men, and mind, don't disgrace me." 

Here is a slave matron worthy of Yankee consideration. The father of 
these noble boys is a native of North Carolina, and of one of her most dis- 
tinguished families. — Charleston Courier. 

RECOLLECTIONS OP STONEWALL JACKSON. 

The "Life of General Thos. .J Jackson," by Major John Esten Cooke, 
abounds in anecdotes of the great hero, which show glimpses of the inner 
man which no dissertation on his character could convey to the public. 
" Mystery, mystery is the secret of success," was an expression used by 
Jackson very often, and the people can never be tired reading even the 
slightest unveiling of this mysterious man, whom they almost worshipped. 
We make several extracts from the work before us: 

JACKSON AT KERNSTOWN. 

At Kernstown, when a portion of his line gave back before the over- 
whelming number, assailing it, he took his stand close to the enemy, amid a 
storm of bullets, called to a drummer boy, and, placing his hand firmly upon 
the boy's shoulder, said, in his brief, curt tones, " Beat the rally !" The 
rally was beaten, Jackson remained by the drummer's side, holding him to 
his work with the inexorable band upon the shoulder, the rally continued 
to roll, and the line was speedily re-formed. 

HIS PARTING WITH THE OLD STONEWALL BRIGADE. 

After the first battle of Manassas, when General Jackson was ordered to 
the Valley, his old brigade was left behind with the army of Northern Vir- 
ginia. On the 4th of October he took leave of it. The historian says: 

On that day Jackson took leave of his old " First Brigade." The officer? 



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and men were drawn up as though in Hoe of battle, and their commander 
appeared in front, as he had»so often appeared before when about to give 
the order for a charge upon the enemy. But now no enthusiasm, no cheers 
awaited him. All knew for what purpose he came, and the sorrow which 
filled every heart betrayed itself in the deep silence which greeted his 
approach. Not a sound along the line, not a hand raised in greeting, not a 
murmur even going to show that they recognized their beloved captain. 
The bronzed faces were full of the deepest dejection, and the stern fighters 
of the old brigade were like children about to be separated from their father. 
Jackson approached, and, mastering his emotion by an effort, said in the 
short, abrupt tones with which all were so familiar: 

" I am not here to make a speech, but simply to say farewelL I first met 
you at Harper's Ferry in the commencement of this war, and I cannot take 
leave of you without giving expression to my admiration of your conduct 
from that day to this — whether on the march, the bivouac, the tented field, 
or on the bloody plains of Manassas, where you gained the well-deserved,, 
reputation of having decided the fate of the battle. Throughout the broad 
extent of country over which you have marched, by your respect for the 
rights and property of citizens, you have shown that you were soldiers, not 
only to defend, but able and willing both to defend and protect. You have 
already gained a brilliant and deservedly high reputation throughout the 
army of the whole Confederacy, and I trust, in the future, by your deeds on 
the field, and by the assistance of the same kind Providence who has here- 
tofore favored our cause, you will gain more victories and add additional 
lustre to the reputation you now enjoy. You have already gained a proud 
■position in the future history of this our second war for independence. I 
shall look with great anxiety to your future movements, and I trust when- 
ever I shall hear of the First Brigade on the field of battle it will be of still 
nobler deeds achieved and higher reputation won !" 

Having uttered these words, Jackson paused for an instant, and his eye 
passed slowly along the line, as though he wished thus to bid farewell in- 
dividually to every old familiar face, so often seen in the heat of battle, and 
ho dear to him. The thoughts which crowded upon him seemed more than 
lie could bear — he could not leave them .with such formal words only — and 
that iron lip which had never trembled in the hour of deadliest peril now 
quivered. Mastered by an uncontrollable impulse, the great soldier rose in 
his stirrups, threw the reins on the neck of his horse with an emphasis 
which sent a thrill through every heart, and, extending his arm, added in 
tones of the deepest feeling: 

"In the army of the Shenandoah, you were* the first brigade! In the 
army of the Potomac you were the first brigade ! In the second corps of 
the army you are the first brigade ! You are the first brigade in the affec- 



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tions of your general; and I hope by your future deeds and bearing you 
will be handed down to posterity as the first brigade in this our second war 
of independence. Farewell!" 

As the last words echoed in their ears, and Jackson turned to leave them, 
the long pent up feeling burst forth. Three prolonged and deafening 
chees rolled along the line of the old brigade ; and no sooner had they died 
away than they were renewed, and again renewed. The cairn face of the 
great leader flushed as he listened to that sound, but he did not speak. 
Waving his hand in token of farewell, he galloped away, and the old 
brigade, deprived of its beloved chief, returned slowly and sorrowfully to 
camp. 

A PICTURE OP THE GREAT LEADER. 

He wore an old sun-burned coat, of grey cloth, originally a very plain 
one, and now almost out at elbows. To >. call it sun-burned, however, is 
scarcely to convey an adequate "idea of the extent of its discoloration. It 
had that dingy hue, the result of exposure to rain and snow and scorching 
sunshine, which is so unmistakable. It was plain that the general had 
often stretched his weary form upon the bare ground, and slept in the old 
coat : and it seemed to have brought away with it no little of the dust of the 
Valley. A holiday soldier would have disdained to wear such a garb ; but 
the men of the old Stonewall Brigade, with their brave comrades of the 
corps, loved that coat, and admired it, and its owner more than, all the holi- 
day uirifbrms and holiday warriors in the world. The remainder of the 
general's costume was as much discolored as the coat; he wore cavalry 
boots reaching to the knee, and his head was surmounted by an old cap, 
more faded than all — the sun had turned it quite yellow, indeed, and it 
tilted forward so far over the wearer's forehead, that he was compelled to 
raise his chin in the air in order to look under the rim. His horse was not 
a " fiery steed — " pawing, and ready to dart forward at " the thunder of the 
captains and the shouting — " but an old raw-boned sorrel, gaunt and grim — 
a horse of astonishing equanimity, who seemed to give himself no concern 
on any subject, and calmly moved about, like his master, careless of cannon 
ball or bullet, in the hottest moments of battle. 

THE HERO AMONG CHILDREN. 

The children of the house, and in the neighborhood, (Caroline County,) 
wiU long remember the kind voice and smile of the great soldier — his 
caresses and affectionate ways. A new military cap bad been sent him just 



■nid 



before the t.attle of Fredericksburg, which was resplendent with gold 

and ail manner of decorations. General Jackson -did not admire this fine 

substitute for that old, sun-scorched head-covering winch had so long served 



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Mm ; and, when, one day, a little girl was standing at his knee, looking up 
from her clustering curls at the kindly general, whose hand was caressing 
her hair, he found a better use for the fine gold braid around the cap. He 
called for a pair of scissors, ripped it off, and joining the ends, placed it 
like a coronet upon her head, with smiles and evident admiration of the 
pretty picture thus presented. 

Another little girl, in one of the hospitable houses of that region, told the 
present writer, that when she expressed to a gentleman her wish to kiss 
General Jackson, and the gentleman repeated her words, the general blush- 
ed very much and turned away with a slight laugh as if he wa3 confused. 

These are trifles, let us agree, good reader; but is it not a pleasant spec- 
tacle to see the great soldier amid these kindly, simple scenes — to watch the 
stern and indomitable leader, whose soul Las neve:- - shrunk in the hour of 
deadliest peril, passing happy moments in the society of laughing children? 

At the first battle of Manassas, while Jackson's wound was being dressed, 
some one said, " Hero comes the President." He threw aside the surgeons, 
rose suddenly to his feet, and whirling his old cap around his head, cried, 
with the hre of battle in his eye, "Hurrah for the President! Give me 
ten thousand in en and I'll be in Washington to-night!" 

It was the same man who blushed when a child expressed a wish to kiss 
him. 

HIS RECOLLECTION Oi' TKE STONEWALL BRIGADE. 

Baring the ride to Guinea's (after his woundg) he had maintained his 
serene and cheerful bearing, and talked much in reference to the battle of 
Saturday He spoke of the gallant bearing of General llhodes, and said 
that his commission as major-general ought to date from that day, and of 
the grand charge of the old Stonewall Brigade in the battle of Sunday, 
which he had heard of. He asked after all his officers, and said : 

" The men who live through this war will he proud to say, ' I was one of 
the Stonewall Brigade !' to their children." 

With that grand modesty which ever characterized him, he hastened, 
however, to guard this declaration even from the appearance of egotism, and 
earnestly declared that the name of "Stonewall" did not belong to him — 
that it was the name given to his old brigade, and their property alone. 

THE LAST SCENE 0¥ ALL HIS DEATH. 

On Thursday evening all pain had ceased ; but a mortal prostration came 
on, from which he never recovered. He still conversed feebly, ar.d said: 

" I consider these wounds a blessing j they were given me for some good 
and -*dse luivpcse, and 1 would not part with tbem if I could." 



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From this time ho continued to sink, and on Sunday morning it was 
obvious that he could only live a few hours longer. His mind was still 
clear, however, and he asked Major Pendleton, his adjutant-general, "who 
was preaching at headquarters ou that day?" Mrs. Jackson was with him 
"during his last moments, and conversed with him fully and freely. She 
informed him that he was about to die, and his reply was : 

" Fery (pod, very good; it is all right." 

He then sent messages to all his friends, the generals and others, and 
murmured in a low voice his wish to be buried in " Lexington, in the Valley 
of Virginia." 

His mind then began to wander, and that delirium which seizes upon the 
most powerful minds, the vigorous brains, at the mysterious moment when 
the last sands fall from the glass, began to effect him. lie gave orders to 
the commissary of his corps, the surgeons and the commanders. Among 
the last words which escaped his lips were, " A P Hill, prepare for 
action I" 

After this he speedily sank, and at fifteen minutes past three in the even- 
ing, he tranquilly expired. 

JACKSON AND LEE. 

These two men had now met (at Cold Harbor) for the first time in the 
war; had seen each other at work; and there sprung up at once between 
the two eminent soldiers that profound respect, confidence and regard,, which 
thenceforth knew no diminution, no shadow of turning. Jackson said of 
Lee, "He is a phenomenon. I would follow him blindfolded." 

The regret of General Lee at this deplorable event (the wounding of 
Jackson) was indeed poignant. The Soul of the great commander was 
tmoved to its depths, and he who had so long learned to conceal emotion 
could not control his anguish. " Jaokson will not, ho cannot die I" Gen- 
eral Lee exclaimed in a broken voice, waving every one from him with his 
hand, " he cannot die !" 

COULD N'T GET BOARD. 

In one of our Southern cjtics, a new commandant having been there 
assigned to duty, applied in person, at the residence of a Mrs. Measle, one 
of the handsomest mansions in the town, with the following awful mandate : 

" Madam, I am Brigadier-General Joseph D. Wilkinson, commander of 
this District, and I desire boarding for myself and staff!'' 

Mrs. Measle — " Brigadier-General Joseph D. Wilkinson, commander of 
this District — Jam Mr3. Elizabeth Measle — you can't get it I Good morn- 
ing." 

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GENERAL D. H. HILL A WIT. 

A friend from the army gives us the following jeu aV esprit of that Chris- 
tian and hero General I). II. Hill: 

" Since the late order promulgated by General R. E." Lee, allowing brief' 
furloughs to two enlisted men, and one commissioned officer from, each com- 
pany in the service, a captain in the Twenty-Eighth Georgia Regiment made 
application for one of these leaves for a member of his company, then in the 
regimental band. The document went ' approved and respectfully forward- 
ed ' through the offices of colonel, brigadier-general, etc., to General Hill, 
who most unmercifully, left the applicant without hope by the final endorse- 
ment thereon : ' Shooters furloughed hefore footers !' " 

This will explain why General Hill is said to have no ear for music. 

GENERAL STEPHEN D. LEE. 

As an evidence of the fact that the flummery of gold lace, and fancy 
equipments and trappings which is so often admired upon the persons of 
lieutenants, surgeons, etc., do not appear to be more popular with the lead- 
ing spirits at Vicksburg, than they are with Stonewall Jackson and other 
fighting men of the army of the Potomac, the Brandon ^Mississippi Repub- 
lican gives the following extract from a letter of a correspondent : 

A "few days since, while General Stephen D. Lee was examining the 
Whitworth guns, in front of General Smith's headquarters, a sentinel stepped 
lip and ordered him off. Lee said nothing, but continued his examinations. 
The sentinel, with much vehemence, then said : " I order you to leave here, 
sir, and not touch j those guns again!" Lee then left, and proceeded to 
enter General Smith's headquarters, when the sentinel continued, " you 
can't pass in there." " Why," said Lee ? " Because none but commis- 
sioned officers can go in there," said the sentinel. " I am an officer," 
said Lee modestly, as he slipped out of the view of the faithful sentinel. 
So plain is General Lee in his appearance and manners, that a stranger 
would never take him for an officer. 

AN INCIDENT. 

A touching romance in real life is afforded by the deaths of Captain 
Chalmers Glenn, of Rockingham County, North Carolina, and his faithful 
servant, Mat. Reared together from childhood, Mat had shared in all the 
boyish pranks and frolics of his master, and, in later life, had been his 
constant attendant and faithful servant. On the morning of the battle of 
Boonesboro, Captain Glenn called Mat to him and said : " Mat, I will be 
killed in -this battle ; see me buried; then, go home, and be to your mistress 



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and my children all you have ever been to me." From behind a rock the 
faithful fellow watched all day the form of his beloved master, as the tide 
of battle ebbed and flowed over that eventful field* At last he missed him, 
and, rushing forward, found the prediction too truly verified— life was 
already extinct. 

Assisted by two members of his company, a grave was dug with bayonets, 
and soon the cold and silent earth held all that was dearest in life to Mat, 
Slowly and sadly he turned his face homeward, and there delivered all the 
messages and valuables with which his master had entrusted him. From 
that time it seemed as if his mission on earth was accomplished. Though 
constantly attending his master's children, and promptly obedient to the 
slightest word of his mistress, he visibly declined. Finally he was taken 
sick, and, despite* the best medical attention and the kindest nursing, he 
died February 4, 1863. What a striking instance of the power of.affection 
in the negro heart, and the strength and beauty of the tie between a kind 
master and a faithful servant ! Peace to Mat's ashes ! May the unholy 
tread of a ''negro worshipper" never pollute the last resting-place of his 
gallant master or his faithiul self. 

won't some, one kiss me for mj mother ? 

Two or three incidents in connection with the battles around Kinston 
and G-oldsboro, North Carolina, are not unworthy of a place in this record: 

The first of these concerns a noble young officer named Captain Geo. W 
Bernard, from North Carolina. Brave, courteous, intelligent, chivalrous 
and refined, he united in a rare degree the attributes of the perfect gentle- 
man and the good soldier. While at G-oldsboro, where he was attached to 
the ordnance service, he heard of the advance of the enemy on Kinston, 
and at once determined to link his fortunes with the brave defenders of the 
State, and as a volunteer, render whatever aid lay in his power. Before 
leaving for the field, he called on a number of his lady friends to bid them 
farewell. At the parting hour, he sadly took their hands, and as he spoke, 
a shadow rested on his face, as if the angel of death had already left it there. 
" Good-bye, ladies — God bless you." And then he paused. " Won't some 
one kiss me for my wife ?" and a tear rolled down his cheek. Strange as 
was the request, a lady stepped forward from the hesitating circle and re- 
plying, "Yes, Captain, I'll kiss you for your wife," and left the fair impress 
of her lips upon- his forehead. 

He promptly joined one of the batteries and took part in the engagement 
at Goldsboro. During the fight it became necessary for some one to recon- 
noitre the position of the enemy, and Bernard cheerfully risking his life for 
the purpose, advanced to a spot where he was in full view and range of the 
Yankee muskets and artillery, and there stood watching the movements. 



212 GLEANINGS FROM 

But it was a fatal moment. The fragment of a shell or grapeshot struck 
him in the leg and he fell mangled and bleeding to the ground. His com- 
rades carried him to the hospital, and there the surgeons declared it impos- 
sible to save the limb. His thoughts were stili of his love — his wife. 
" Oh ! God I" was liis reply, " is it possible that I must carry home to her 
but a remnant of my former self?" Poor fellow! Even then, the sands of 
life were ebbing in the glass, and the scroll of his destiny being sealed. The 
operation was performed, but the shock was too great for the enfeebled 
system to bear, and the next morning he was a corpse. 

" Dropping the flesh-robe with a smile, so gently did he pass — 
Gently as spirits of the floivers from out the new mown grass. 
His labors done, his rest begun, he onlylooketh back 
To see the blessings flow for those who follow in his track." 

The second incident is of a different character, but it as aptly illustrates 
the spirit of men "whose souls flash out naked as swords unsheathed for 
fiery fate :" 

At the battle of Kinston, while the Holcombe Legion were hotly ens;a2;ed, 
one Thomas Adams, of Newberry, S. C, a private in the company of Captain 
B. B. McCreary, was wounded iu the arm. Refusing to leave the field, he 
continued so fight on, and was again struck in the leg. Still disdaining to 
go to the rear, he was a third time shot, now in the. side; but he clung to 
his musket as he fell, and when urged to remove from danger and receive 
the attention of the surgeon, his heroic reply was, "No! I will never leave 
my command behind me ! Load my gun for me, and I'll fight as long as I 
have to live." And in spite of persuasions and inducements to the contrary, 
there the brave fellow remained, and, wounded as he was, performed his 
gallant part to the last in that tragedy of war. His captain said after- 
wards that he himself loaded his musket for him, and stood by, while he 
raised himself up, and taking aim as deliberately and coolly as if sighting at 
a turkey, he brought an Abolitionist to the ground at every fire. 

When the Legion fell back, the boys did not forget to bring their wound- 
ed comrade with them, and he is now home, recovering from his wounds. 

# 

PUSH THEM TO THE SLAUGHTER PEN. 

One of the Yankee officers captured near Louisa Court House, Va.', says 
the men in Grant's army declare, that when their officers were urging them 
forward to the assault of General Lee's breastworks, a ragged rebel mounted 
the works and called out: "That's right, officers, push them up to the 
slaughter pen! We will take care of them." That when the men refused 
to move forward any longer, the rebels shot down the officers because they 
could not rally their men. 



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NATIONAL STATISTICS — ENORMOUS FIGURES. 

The public debt of the United States in 1862, according to the report of the 
Secretary of the Treasury, was §1,122,009,000 ; this amount, in $1 " green- 
backs" would, if spread out, cover 1,047 square acres, or 6 J square miles. 
If laid end to end they would reach 128,332 2 J miles, or 51-8 times around 
the earth. Allowing the expenses to amount to $2,000,000 per day, they 
would make, if laid end to end, 288 5-6 miles, or about as far as a locomo- 
tive would run in a day. Allowing the 700,000 soldiers to average, in 
height 5| feet, they would reach, if lying bead to foot, 752} miles; stand- 
ing heels ..and toes touching, would reach 104 miles. Allowing the 
arms and artillery of the 700,800 to average twelve pounds to each 
man, they would, if made into railroad iron, make 21J- miles of railroad 
iron. Allowing the clothing of the soldiers to average 12 yards to each 
man, it would make 8,400,000 yards, or 4,772 8-ll miles. In two years, 
allowing three suits to each man, it would make enough cloth to reach 
around the earth. 

BRUTE BUTLER. 

A refugee from New Orleans furnishes the following incidents. They 
should not be permitted to pass into oblivion, as the future historian of this 
contest might find them useful in illustrating a character already infamous 
beyond precedent in modern times : 

Escaping from New Orleans, I reached a plantation upon the Mississippi, 
in the vicinity of Baton Rouge. "Whilst receiving the hospitalities of my 
friend, the planter, the parish priest of Baton Bouge came in, who inform- 
ed us that he was on his way from New Orleans to his home, and that he 
had visited the city for the purpose of procuring a permit from Butler to 
enable him to bring out food for .the suffering poor of Baton Bouge — for the 
orphans under his charge, and for his own household. He stated that But- 
ler had peremptorily refused to permit any food to leave the city for the 
poor, saying that " they are our enemies, and my purpose is to exterminate 
them." The good priest then urged upon Butler the fact that these poor 
people were necessarily' from their extremely destitute condition, precluded 
from taking any active part .in our national troubles, and therefore could 
not properly be considered enemies. " Sir," said Butler in reply, " those 
that are not for us, are against us, and if they were our friends they would 
be in the Union army." " But, general," continued the priest, " you should 
remember that a large portion of these poor people are women and chil. 
drcn — poor innocent children." The monster, to this appeal, hissed be- 
tween his teeth : " Does he who kills the serpent preserve the eggs ? I tell 
you, sir, my purpose is extermination." 



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HOW LINCOLN RECRUITS HIS ARMY. 

A gentleman from Norfolk, gives the following account to the Christian 
Observer of a proceeding which was doubtless regarded by the enemy as a 
cute " Yankee trick :" 

There are, in the city of Norfolk, four churches, known as the African 
churches, which are used exclusively by the colored people for public 
worship. One of these has a bell, and is known as the " Bell Church." A 
notice was circulated among the colored population, by order of the provost 
marshal, that on the following Sabbath something would be communicated 
in the Bell Church in which they were interested. Their curiosity beinu- 
thus appealed to, the ringing of the bell drew an immense crowd. The 
house was filled. Many who could not get in stood around the doors and 
windows with listening ears. At an appointed signal a military manoeuvre 
was executed, and they found themselves surrounded by three hundred 
soldiers, with fixed bayonets. Resistance was useless — escape impossible. 
All who were neither too young nor too old for military service were hurried 
away. No time was given for farewells or for making any preparations. In 
their Sunday clothes they were marched on board the vessels that were in 
readiness to carry them to the North to swell the armies designed for the 
subjugation of the South. 

ANECDOTE OE GENERAL SHERMAN. 

The St. Louis Republican relates the following anecdote on General 
Sherman : 

Backwith, the commissary on Sherman's staff, went into the general's tent 
a few days since, and accosted him thus : " General, we must make another 
contract for beef, we have not enough to last two months." " Have you 
enough to last for two months?" inquired the general. "Yes, sir." 

" "Well, in less than two months the e.rmy will be in , or in Atlanta; 

if it goes to the former place, we shall need no beef; if it goes to the 
latter, we shall find enough ; so make no more contracts, Backwith." 

THE RIGHT SORT OF SPIRIT. 

Lowry's gallant brigade is composed of the Sixteenth, Forty-Third, and 
Forty-Fifth Alabama Regiments, and the Thirty-Second and Forty-Fifth 
Mississippi consolidated, and is attached to Cleburne's Division. The noble 
men of this brigade, when re-enlisting, declared: "We'll fight, if the 
Government, will give us meat and bread — if they cannot do this, on bread 
alone; with shoes, if we can obtain them — if not, barefooted." 



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AN INCIDENT OE THE CAMPAIGN ON THE SOUTH-SIDE. 

We have had related to us an incident from the South-side, which shows 
at the same time the fidelity of the slave to his Southern master and the 
^cruelty of his would-be Yankee brother. For many years the Petersburg 
Railroad Company has had in its employ, at Port Walthall Junction, a 
most worthy and trusty old negro man named .Columbus. When one of 
our artillery companies moved up from Petersburg, this faithful old slave 
volunteered his services to them, "to wait on' his' young massas," and when 
the battle came off, the old negro might be seen making his way over the 
battle-field, where the shot and shell flew thickest, administering water to 
our wounded soldiers. This conduct commended the old ne^ro to our 
soldiers, aqd when they moved off, they carried him with them to Drewfy's 
Bluff. Soon after arriving there, the poor old slave discovered that "he had 
left behind him a stocking full of silver, which he had been for several 
years saving up from his small earnings, and started back to get it, assuring 
our soldiers, who were trying to dissuade him from going back, "never 
mind, massas; I'll soon be back to jine you." The brave, honest old 
negro could not bear the idea of losing his money,. and returned back, but 
on approaching the place, the Yankees caught him and hung him from the 
limb of a tree. His body was discovered suspended from a tree, the victim 
of Yankee malignity. 

THE CREOLES OE LOUISIANA. 

A Massachusetts chaplain, Rev. Mr. Hepworth, writes of the Louisiana 
Creoles : 

Just beyond Carrollton is an immense and magnificent estate, owned by 
one of these Creoles. His annual yield of sugar is fifteen hundred hogs- 
heads. He might have 'taken the oath of allegiance and thus saved his 
property, but he would not. The work of depredation commenced ; but he 
bore it without a murmur. 

First we took his wagons, harness and mules; he said nothing, but 
scowled most awfully. Next we emptied his stables of horses for cavalry 
service ; he did riot have even a pony left, and was compelled to trudge 
'along on foot ; still nothing was said. 

Next we took his entire crop, ground* it in his own sugar house, used his 
barrels for the molasses, and his hogsheads for the sugar, and marked the 
head of each "U. S." — not a murmur. Then came his negroes, three hun- 
dred and more, house" servants and all, took it into their woolly heads to 
come within our camp lines. The Creole was most completely stripped; 
still he stood in the midst of the ruins, curbing Abe Lincoln, and wishing 
that he had eight instead of four sons in the army. 



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JOHN ROBINSON. 

"Sumter," the Nassau correspondent of the Charleston Courier, writing 
from Nassau, thus alludes to this faithful servant of the lamented Major 
John 15. Gallic: 

I had an -interview with an old negro, belonging to Captain Carlin's 
boat, and I think it due to. his fidelity and honesty that I should notice him 
here. He is about fifty years of age, and a native of Savannah. His master 
was Major John B. Gallic, of Georgia, who was killed at the attack upon 
Fort McAllister. John was captured while attempting to run the blockade. 
He was taken to Fort LaFayctte in irons, and confined there eight months. 
Upon his release, every attempt was made by the Yankee officials to induce 
him to enter their service. He was offered one hundred dollars per month, 
to act as pilot on one of the gun-boats designed for operations on Savannah 
and Charleston. Fearing he might be impressed into the service, he pre- 
tended that his age and infirmities prevented, him from going to sea again. 
He remained in New York some time, but was proof against the bribes of 
the enemies of his native land. Watching an opportunity, he secretly pro- 
cured passage for Nassau, and he is here now, and about to leave for home, 
going back joyfully to his mistress and his "bondage." He alluded- to his 
dead master with emotion. "He never spoke a crossword to me for twenty 
years," said John. He is constant in his love for the South; is willing to 
die in her service; thinks the New York "colored people" a poor miserable 
set, and tl\a Yankees "nothing like our folks." It is but justice to faithful 
John Robinson that his name should be placed among those who have suf- 
fered for the South. Though he is among the humblest of her children, 
let him be honored for his constancy. 

ANECDOTE OF WENDELL PHILLIPS. 

Mr. Train, in a speech in Music Hall, Boston, speaking of Wendell 
Phillips, said: 

That distinguished Abolitionist went to Charleston, S. C, once, before 
he was very well known, and put up at a hotel. He had breakfast served 
in his room, and was waited upon by a slave. He embraced the .opportunity 
to represent to the negro, in a very pathetic way, that he was a man and a 
brother, and more than that, an Abolitionist. The negro seemed more 
anxious about the breakfast than he was about his relations and the condi- 
tion of his soul, and finally, in despair,, Mr. Phillips ordered him to go away, 
saying that ho couldn't bear to be waited on by a slave. "Excuse me, 
inassa," said the negro, "must stay here, 'cause I am responsible for the 
silver ware." 



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SCENES ON THE MISSISSIPPI. 



On the 25th of March, 18G3, several gun-boats — the best in the 
Yankee fleet — attempted to pass our batteries at Vicksburg. Unlike the 
Queen of the West and the Lidiaaola, they came down the river in the 
broad light of the rising sun, bravely defying our guns and challenging 
their power. As the first and larger boat approached our upper battery, 
an officer came out on top, and with a spirit that was more rash than' wise, 
waved his hat at our gunners and shouted: "Shoot, you d— d rebels. 
Shoot, d — d you, you can't hurt us." Our boys did shoot. They sent a 
couple of hundred and sixty pound balls crashing against and through the 
sides of the Yankee iron-clad in a manner that made her reel and tremble 
like a wind-shaken reed. It is needless to add that the, Yankee bravado 
disappeared from the top of his boat and was not seen again. This was the 
opening of the grand and exciting scene. As the boats advanced, battery 
after battery of huge size guns operred upon them. Our gunners fired with 
the greatest precision. Nearly every ball took effect. The steam-pipes of 
the boats were soon cut, and "the boats were enveloped in clouds of vapor. 
The boats were now floating along in a helpless condition, and our batteries, 
cheered by their success, and by the shouts of the soldiers and citizens who 
were looking on from the hills above, continued to hurl their huge missives 
against the devoted boats with increased energy. A shell bursted in the 
larger boat, killing all around, and bursting the sides of the boat below the 
water Hue. She reeled, plunged, and almost instantly sunk, carrying all her 
crew to the bottom with her, except a few who escaped in yawls and on 
cotton bales and detached portions of the wreck. The other boat drifted 
on in a_ helpless, wrecked condition, and was pulled on a sand-bar by the 
Albatros. Thousands of our soldiers were collected on the hills overlooking 
the river, and, as the wrecked Yankees floated by on cotton bales and 
pieces of the wreck, they would shout to them: "Halloa! there, are you 
taking a load of cotton to New Orleans? Can't you land and take on a few 
passengers? If that cotton is for. sale, this is as good a market as you can 
find. Grot anything to sell besides cotton? Can you take on. any more 
freight?" and a hundred other rude expressions; but the Yankees main- 
tained a dignified silence, not deigning a single reply. They were picked 
up by Farragut's boats. Deserters, who made their way to. our lines, re- 
ported that there were two hundred and seventy of the crew of the two 
boat3 killed and drowned. 

A STIRRING SCENE GALLANT ACT. 

In the heavy assault made by the enemy on Law's Brigade of Alabamians, 
on the memorable 3rd of June, 1SG4, in front of Richmond, it was smh 



218 GLEANINGS FROM 

denly discovered that the men were almost out of ammunition, so continuous 
and rapid had been their fire. To have started from the trenches for am- 
munition at that time, amid the shower of shot and shell that was ramie 
upon the field in our rear, would have been almost certain death; and 
besides, having just taken position at that point of the line, we unfortunately- 
had no ordnance near. Such a scene was never witnessed; for a soldier 
without ammunition in the hour of battle is like a ship without a rudder, 
or a sinner leaving the world without a hope of Christ. Old soldiers gazed 
upon each other with looks of earnest solicitude, of blank astonishment and 
solemn inquiry; their lips quivered — they could not speak- — and their 
cheeks were blanched. But it was not with fear. Having begged from 
their neighbors and fired the last cartridge, they coolly fixed their bayonets, 
unanimously resolved, "let's give them bayonets, boys," and with the 
calmness of despair, prepared to die to a man "in their tracks, rather than 
yield their position. Tell me, ye shades of Marathon and Thermopylae! 
can such men as these be conquered? The spirits of the patriot dead on 
every field returns the answer, never! 

Heaven always succors such courage and devotion; and so it was with 
these brave men. At the critical moment, when all seemed lost, the gallant 
Captain Leigh H. Terrill, brigade adjutant-general, was seen coming at a 
double-quick through the storm of balls in our rear, with a hundred pound 
box of cartridges on his head. Divining, with his accustomed foresight, 
the emergency that would arise, with characteristic prudence and prompt- 
ness, he hurried off during the first assault -of the enemy, and obtained a 
box of ammunition from Woiford's brigade, which was a quarter of a mile 
in our rear, supporting us, and returned with it, at the imminent peril of 
his life, just in tirne to prevent disastrous consequences. The troops seized, 
on the cartridges like famished men upon bread; loud, wild, defiant shouts, 
coupled with the clang of a thousand rifles, rose along the line; in a trice 
the solid columns of the foemen were shattered into flying or falling frag- 
ments, and victory was ours. 

Laws' Brigade, on this occasion, killed and wounded fully two thousand 
of the enemy, with the astonishingly small loss on their side of two men 
killed and six slightly wounded. 

AN ARMY WEDDING. 

* 

There are very few soldiers who have been in the Western army, who 
will not recognize in the following tpicture a great similarity to many army 
weddings which, he has seen. The marriage took place at Bull's Gap, 



T 



o 
ennessee: 



An Alabama soldier, who to name would be too personal, but who is 
uglier than the renowned Suggs — in fact, so far diseased with the chronic 



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big ugly as to have failed procuring a furlough from Brigadier-General 
Law solely on that ground — wooed and won a buxom Tennessee maid of 
doubtful age.. Whilst "Special" was out that day with his gun, on a por- 
cine scout, for the purpose of reinforcing his haversack, he was interrupted 
in his reconnoissance by a husky voice omitting from a ten by fifteen pen, 
inviting him to halt. Entering the low door, he found a, wedding was on 
the tapis, en route to a happy termination. A mirthful Texan — not neces- 
sary to name — had a copy of the Army Regulations in his hand, and his 
throat was decorated with a piece of white bandage, such as is used by our 
army doctors, all ready to tie the hymenial knot so tight that it could not 
be undone by the teeth. The bridegroom stood largely over six honest 
feet in his socks, was as hairy as Esau, and pale, slim and lank. His 
jacket and pants represented each of the contending parties at war. . His 
shoes Were much the worst for wear, and his toes sticking out of the gaping 
rents thereof, reminded one of the many little heads of pelicans you observe 
protruding from the riest which forms a part of the coat of arms of 
Louisiana. The exact color of his suit could not be given. "Where the 
buttons had been lost off in the wear and tear of war, an unique substitute, 
in the shape of persimmon seed, was used. The bride had essayed to wash 
"Alabam's" clothes, while he modestly concealed his nudity behind a l>rush 
heap, awaiting there until they were dried. 

The bride was enrobed in a clean but faded dress. Her necklace was 
composed of a string of chinquapins, her brow was environed by a wreath 
of faded bonnet flowers, and her wavy red hair was tucked up behind in the 
old-fashioned way. She wore a stout pair of number nine brogans-, and her 
stockings and gloves were made of rabbit skin — fur side next to the skin. 
On her fingers were discerned several gutta percha and bone rings, presents, 
at various times, from her lover. She wore no hoops, for nature had given 
her such a form as to make crinoline of no use to her. 

AH being ready, the "Texas Parson" proceeded to his duty, with becom- 
ing gravity. "Special" acted the part of water for both bride and groom. 
Opening the book aforementioned, the quondam parson commenced, " close 
up!" and the twain closed up. "Hand to your partner!" and the couple 
handed. "Atten-ftbw-to o-r-ders!" and we all attentioned Then the fol- 
lowing was read aloud: "By order of our directive General, Braxton 
Bragg, I hereby solemnly pronounce you man and wife/Tor and during the 
war, and you shall cleave unto each other until the war is over, and then 
apply to Governor Watts for a family right of public land in Pike, the 
former residence of the bridegroom, and you and each of you will assist to 
multiply and replenish the earth." 

The ceremony wound up with a regular bear hug between the happy 
mortals, and we resumed our hog hunt, all the while "guffawing" at the 



220 GLEANINGS FEOM 

stoic indifference manifested by the married parties on the picket line at 
Bull's Gap. 

On our falling back from the gap, we observed the happy couple peram- 
bulating with .the column through the mud and snow, wearing an air of 
perfect indifference to observation' or remark from the soldiery. Should 
this" soldier, who captured "the Maid of the Gap," obtain a furlough for 
the purpose of locating in Pike, will not our friends of the Midi, oblige them 
with an introduction to our gallant Governor Watts? 

INCIDENT OF TEE ENGAGEMENT ON THE OOSTANAULA. 

In the Fifty-fifth North Carolina Regiment there is a private named 
Early, who" exhibited a degree of courage unequalled during this war. 
When, the enemy bad thrown their men behind the redoubt in which Cor- 
bett's battery was placed, this man stood up in the pits, with his body half 
exposed and opened a rapid firing on the enemy, almost preventing them 
from sharpshooting; for no sooner would a Yankee raise his head above the 
redoubt than a ball would enter his brain, and he would fall dead across 
the work. In this manner Early had killed six, when I had occasion to go 
up to the point where he was stationed, and was very much amused at his 
manner. "Get up there," he would exclaim to the Yankees, "get up and 
show your heads; why the d — 1 don't you take a shot at me? Now just 
raise up for a second," and whenever a Yankee was found bold enough to 
accept his challenge, a bullet through his head was the reward he received. 

AFFECTING INCIDENT. 

During one of the series of engagements which have came off at the front, 
says the Atlanta Confederacy, as a body of our cavalry was being hotly 
pursued by the enemy's infantry and artillery, a cannon ball came whizzing 
just over the head of one our boys, and passed between the legs of a brave 
fellow of the infantry, who was just in the rear of the cavalry, and in the 
act of stepping across a branch. Both legs of his pants were almost torn 
off, but no damage was clone to the soldier, further than the loss of a finger. 
He stood perfectly amazed at his almost miraculous escape. While standing 
thus, the young cavalryman, near whose head the ball had passed — and, by 
the way, as brave a.bo3 r as ever bestrode a horse, or chased a Yankee hyena 
to his lair — rode up and remarked : " That is the answer to a pious mother's 
prayers." The soldier was touched to the heart, and bursting into tears, 
said, yes, he had a pious, good mother. He felt that in answer to her 
prayers he had escaped, almost unharmed, from the deadly missile. 

A -mother's prayer is a safer shield for her boy than bumb-prouf 
fortifications. 



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THE NE PLTJS ULTRA OF YANKEE IMPUDENCE. 

Shortly after the taking of the town of Plymouth, N. C, one of the Yankee 
chaplains came up to General Hoke, and in the blandest manner said to 
him: "General, I hope I shall be allowed to retain this chast of theological 
works presented to me by my friends from the North," pointing as he spoke 
to an open chest containing books. 

" Certainly, sir," replied General Hoke, " the private property of the 
Federal officers shall, in all cases, be left to them. You seem to have a very 
handsome collection," added he, carelessly taking up a volume of Scott's 
Family Bible, and opening it. On the fly leaf, to his surprise, he read the 
name of Mr. Josiah Collins. Laying it down without remark, he picked up 
a London edition of Butler's works, and read inscribed on the first page 
"Charles Pettigrew." 

Turning to the chaplain who still stood beside him he exclaimed: " How 
dare you, you infamous scoundrel, wearing the livery of Christ as you do, 
attempt to palm off such a trick with me, and tell me these books were pre- 
sented to you by your friends in the North when they were stolen from 
Southern gentlemen V 

'•'Oh, general, they were, as I said, presented to me by my friends from 
the North, though it is true they obtained them in Carolina." 

The officer who relaced this incident to us had it from one of General 
Hoke's aids, 'who was present, and himself saw the books. The last seen of 
that chaplain he was trudging on foot with the rest of the Plymouth prison- 
ers, minus- his " theological library." 

GENERAL E. C. WALTHALL. 

When the war broke out he was District Attorney for Choctaw District, 
Mississippi, and when the Yalabusha Rifles were organized, was elected cap- 
tain. When the Fifteenth Mississippi was organized, he was elected lieu- 
tenant-colonel of that regiment. At the battle of Wild Cat, he showed 
great bravery and coolness. He commanded the Fifteenth Mississippi at 
the ever memorable battle of Fishing Creek, and his bearing upon that 
battle-field excited the admiration of every one. He was everywhere urging 
on his men. At one time, it is said, thinking it probable that his men were 
firiDg into a Confederate regiment, he raised the flag and rode to the front, 
within about sixty yards of the enemy, when they said to him : " Take down 
that d — d thin"." The missiles of death were flying thick and fast, and his 
clothes riddled with bullets, when he turned to his men with a beaming 
'smile upon his countenance, and said : "That's the crowd we. are after; 
forward, boys." When his term of enlistment was out, he raised a regi- 
ment (the Twenty-ninth Mississippi,) and was elected colonel. He was in 
the battle of Shiloh, Perryville, Murfrecsboro. Chicpmaugn, Missionary 



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Ridge and Rosaca, where he showed himself worthy of the position he 
occupies. He has been wounded three times, but is stili in the field. 

seigel's equestrianism. 

When Seigel was in Winchester, he" took possession of Mrs. Hollings- 
worth's house, forcing the family to huddle "in two rooms. His tent was 
just at the door, his officers quartered in the house, and his guards, some of 
them black, were all around hiim He imagined himself a superior eques- 
trian. He would frequently boast to young Mrs. Hollingsworth (who is 
quite a smart and very talkative woman) of his horsemanship. One day, 
when he had requested her to come to the door to see him ride, some one 
prompted her to tell him he rode like Ashby. 

She looked with impressive amusement at his springing, wriggling move- 
ments in the saddle, his arms lashing his sides, and his legs pressed tight to 
his steed. As he drew near her, he said : " Veil, Mishes Holinsvort, vat 
you tinks of my riding V 

" Why, general, I thought' it was Ashby," she archly replied. 

" Yah, shusfc so, shust so. Dey often tells me I rides like Ashby, and dat 
I looks shust like him." 

" But, general," rejoined Mrs. Hollingsworth, "Ashby would leap that 
fence like a deer, and all his cavalry would follow." 

"Mein G-ot, Mishes Holinsvort; vy, dat fence is five foot high!" ex- 
claimed Seigel. ' 

" Well, general, that is nothing ; all our men can do that." 

" Groot gracious ! Veil, veil ; Ashby vas a great man. You ton't say he 
tinks noting to shump dat fence? Veil, veil!" And he rode off, manifest- 
ing no disposition, however, to emulate Ashby 's feat of leaping a five-barred 
fence. 

pillow's conscripts. 

The Richmond correspondent of the Knoxville Register, tells of the per- 
formances of conscripts at the battle of Murfreesboro, as communicated by 
officers to members of Congress. It seems that General Pillow had brought 
to Murfreesboro, on the day before the battle, two regiments of conscripts. 
They were the subjects of jeers and ridicule among their veteran comrades 
in arms. They bore jibes and jests with becoming fortitude. The battle 
began. A charge was ordered, and away went the conscripts, and when far 
in advance of the "old continentals," they would look back, and, under a 
storm of grape and canister, cry out, "Come on, boys- — here's your con- 
scripts!" The Yankees fled and the battery was taken, upon observing 
which, Leon Trousdale remarked, that "there is nothing in a battle; it 
consists in a succession of big scares." One of the "biggest scares" from 
which . the Yankees suffered at Murfreesboro, was caused by the mad 
charge of Pillow's conscripts. 



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A WARRIOR'S DEATn. 



It was evident to the physicians that death was settling its clammy seal 
upon the brave, open brow of the general, and they told him so; asked if 
he had any last messages to give. The general, with a mind perfectly clear 
and possessed, then made disposition of his staff and personal effects. To 
Mrs. General R. E. Lee, he directed that his golden spurs be given as a 
dying memento of his love and esteem- of her husband. To the staff officers 
he gave his horses. So particular was he in small things, even in the dying 
hour, that he emphatically exhibited and illustrated the ruling passion strong 
in death. To one of his .staff, who was a heavy built man, he said: " You 
had better take the large horse; he will carry you better.'-' Other memen- 
toes he disposed of in a similar manner. To his young son, he left his 
glorious sword. 

His worldly matters closed, the eternal interest of his soul engaged his 
mind. Turning to the Rev. Mr. Peterkin, of the Episcopal Church, and 
of which he was an exemplary member, he asked him to sing the hymn 
commencing : 

" Eock of ages cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in thee." 

He joined in with all the voice his strength would permit. He then 
joined in prayer with the minister. To the doctor he again said: "I am 
going fast now;- 1 am resigned; God's will be done." Thus died General 
J. E. B. Stuart. 

A GALLANT SERGEANT. 

Among the Confederate prisoners who reached Richmond by a truce boat, 
there was a color sergeant of a North Carolina regiment, who deserves to 
have his name printed in all the papers of the Confederacy, and to receive 
the special compliments of the President and of our whole people. Hp was 
shot down on the bloody field of Gettysburg, where he was subsequently 
picked up as a prisoner. As he fell, he resolved that the Yankees should 
npt have the colors which he had borne so proudly and so long; aiid strip- 
ping them from the staff he hid them in his bosom. Watching his oppor- 
tunity, he subsequently sowed them beneath the lining of his jacket, and 
has worn them ever since, and wore them home. 

WORTHY OF HIS FATHER. 

Robert Lee, youngest son of the general, after serving fourteen months 
as a private in the Rockbridge Artillery, accepted a place on his brother's 
staff. When his brother was taken prisoner, his father offered him a place 
on his staff. "Thank you," said Ilob'ort, "but I have no talent for head- 
quarters." And he went back to the artillery. 



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nOW GENERAL FOLK GOT INTO AN INDIANA REGIMENT. 

Colonel Freeniantle, an English, officer, who has returned home from the 
Confederate service, relates the following story, which he says was told him 
by General Polk himself: 

Well, sir. it was at the battle of Perryville, late in the evening — in fact 
it was almost dark — when Lindawn's battery came into action. Shortly 
after the arrival, 1 observed a body of men, whom 1 thought to be Con- 
federates, standing at an angle to this brigade, and firing obliquely at the 
newly arrived troops. I said, "Dear me, this is very sad, and must be 
stopped/' so I turned round, and could find none of my young men; so I 
determined to ride myself and settle the matter. Having cantered up to 
the colonel of the regiment that was firing, I asked him, in angry tones, 
what he meant by shooting his own friends. 

He ansVered, with surprise, "I -don't think there can be any mistake 
about it; am sure they are the enemy." "Enemy," I Said, "why I have 
only just left them myself. Cease firing, sir! What is your name?" 

"My name is Colonel , of the — Indiana; I pray, sir, who are 

yon?" Then I saw, to my astonishment, that I was in the rear .of a regi. 
merit of Yankees. Well, I saw there was no hope but to brazen it out; my 
dark blouse, and the increasing obscurity, befriended me; so I approached 
quite close to him, shook my first in his face, saying: "I'll show you who 
I am, sir! Cease firing, sir, at once!" I then turned my horse and can- 
tered slowly down the line, shouting in an authoritative manner to the 
Yankees to cease firing; at the same time I experienced a disagreeable sen- 
sation, like screwing up my back, and calculating how many bullets would 
be between my shoulders every minute. I was afraid to increase my pace 
until I got to a small copse, when I put the spurs in and galloped back to 
my men. 1 went up to the. nearest colonel, and said, "Colonel, I have re- 
connoitered those fellows pretty closely, and there is no mistake who they 
are; you may go at ihem." And 'I assure you, sir, that the slaughter of 
the Indiana regiment was the greatest I have seen this war. 

A HERO AND HIS MOTHER. 

Lieutenant 13. 3. Russel, of the Sixteenth Alabama, was among the slam 
at Murfreesboro, and fell in the early part of the action. When stricken 
down, he felt the wound to be mortal, and at once gave his sword to a com- 
rade, saying: "Take this to my wife, and tell her I died bravely." The 
colonel of his regiment saw that the wish of the patriot was complied with, 
and in reply to the letter, the widow, true, like all Southern women", to the 
highest impulses of a noble patriotism, said: - "I mourn the death of my 
husband, but my greatest regret is, that none of his sons are old enough to 
take his place to battle for our liberties." 



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EXCITING PARTIZAN ADVENTURE. 



The gallant Ashby, whilst falling back before the enemy, who pursuer] 
him along the Valley Turnpike, alighted to" aid a few men in destroying the 
bridge across the Shenandoah. The last caisson of his artillery had thun- 
dered by,' and the Yankee cavalry pursued so closely that a number had 
crossed the bridge before it could be destroyed. Springing upon his noble 
grey charger, Ashby sped afcng the turnpike, followed by eight of the 
enemy. His pistols were unfprtunately empty, .and he had no resource but 
flight. The chase continued for nearly two miles, the Yankees firing at 
him as they ran. As he neared a place of safety, two of the Yankees, who 
had outstripped the rest, were nearly abreast of him, when one of them was 
shot by some of his men, and the other was killed by Ashby with his sabre. 

During the latter part of the chase, a' shot, fired by a long range gun at a 
distance of nearly half a mile, struck his horse in the side. The faithful 
, animal continued, with unabated speed, and saved his rider, but the wound 
was mortal. He was led along the line of a regiment under arms. Our in- 
formant says he never imagined so magnificent and spirited an animal. 
He was white as snow, except where his side and legs were stained with his 
own blood. His mane and tail were long and flowing, his eye and action 
evinced distinctly the rage with which he regarded the injury he had re- 
ceived. He trod the earth with the grandeur of a wounded lion, and every 
soldier looked upon him with sympathy and admiration. He had saved his 
master at the cost of his own life. He almost seemed 'conscious of his 
achievement, and only to regret death because his own injuries were not 
avenged. Our informant says he is aware it may be considered extravagant 
to attribute such intelligence to an animal, but really it made the same im- 
pression upon all that beheld him. * 

AN INCIDENT. 

In the battle near Petersburg, (1864,J a negro slave who had run away 
from Alabama some time ago, recognized his "young master," and throwing 
down his musket, rushed to the young man and threw his arms around his 
neck, at the same time exclaiming: "You shan't hurt my young maste*!'' 
Just at this time a cuffee, not so mercifully disposed, fired at the Alabamian, 
but the ball, instead of hitting the object aimed at, took effect in the body 
of the repentant slave, who threw his segis of protection around his "young 
massa," inflicting a. severe wound upon him. Master and slave came safely 
off the field together. The wound of the latter was properly attended to, 
and thus did his last minute of repentance save him from the fate which 
overtook so many of his race and color on the 30th of July, 1864. 
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INTERESTING TO YANKEE . PURCHASERS OE REAL ESTATE. 

General Bradley Johnson, during the invasion of Maryland, in 1864, 
found himself one evening quartered in what was once his own house, 
which had, however, been sold under the confiscation Act some months 
before. He sent for the new owner, and asked how long he had! occupied 
it. The reply was, "about fourteen months." "Well," said Bradley, 
" this house belongs to me, and unless you immediately pay me the back 
rent, at the rate of one hundred dollars per month, there will be a little 
difficulty between us." The disconcerted occupant stirred round, and 
pretty soon raised the amount, which was paid over. Upon being asked if 
he desired a receipt, he replied that it was not necessary. 

"Well," said Johnson, "I will give you twenty minutes to move your 
things out of my house, for I am not going to rent it again. I intend to 
burn it." And burnt it was. 



DWIGHT SHERWOOD. 

One day, in making his usual visitations, the Rev. Dr. MeCabe called in 
at the Maryland Hospital, Bichmond, and in making his rounds, was 
attracted to the bed of a young and delicate boy, suffering from the effects 
of protracted fever. The little fellow had seen only fourteen summers, and 
his thin, pale face bore marks of disease and suffering. The following 
occurred, as reported by the Chaplain : 

"How old are you, my son?" said the reverend gentleman. 

"I was fourteen my last birthday." 

"Why that is very young to be in the army?" 

" Yes, sir; but I thought it my duty." 

"Where are you from?" 

"Mississippi, sir." i 

"What is your name?" 

"Dwight Sherwood." 

"Why, that is a Northern name." 

"Yes, sir; my father was a Northern man, but he has lived in the South 
for many years, and is a good Southern man." 

"And your mother, where is she?" 

His little thin lip quivered, as he said, with an effort to suppress 
emotion, " She is dead !" 

"Well, my son, you, are very young, and you are very sick. You are 
not able to endure the fatigues of a campaign, and if you get better, you 
had better return home, hadn't you?" 



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« 

The boy turned his large, eloquent eye upon his interrogator, and finally, 
but modestly replied, as a slight flush passed over his pale, expressive face, 
"not until the war is over." 

"Why, what can you do, you are so young,- and so delicate?" 

"I am a marker, sir, and I hope soon to be up, and in the field again. 
I think it my duty." 

"Well, you ought to try and be a good boy, to avoid everything that is 
wrong; and you ought to pray to God to give you a new heart, and to keep 
you from falling into bad habits." 

"I do sir," said the little fellow, his eyes half concealing itself beneath 
the long, soft lash. "My mother taught me to pray. I have- kept out of 
scrapes, and have had no difficulty with any one but once, and I did not 
seek that one." 

The reverend gentleman then held farther conversation with the brave 
little fellow, and promised to see him again. 

He tells us that he could not help contrasting this boy's heroic, but 
modest bravery, with that of so many who are seeking to obtain substitutes 
in this the dav and hour of our necessitous strusrs;le. 

If the boys — mere children — are willing to bare their bosoms to the 
murderous and vindictive enemy, should not the cheek of the recusant 
redden with shame, and that of the patriotic men who have bounded for- 
ward to re-enlistment for the war glow with honest pride, as they see such 
as these do and dare in the hour of peril and strife? Be sure that that 
boy's mother gave from her bosom patriotic nourishment, on which traitors 
and recreants would have sickened and died in their infancy. 

A DESERTER ARRESTED BY LADIES. 

A correspondent of the Macon Telegraph relates the following incident : 
On the morning of the 1st of August, 1864, it was rumored that there 
was a deserter in Irwin county, about ten miles from the Court House, 
and no man could be found to arrest him. What are we to do ? wa^ the 
question asked by some ladies in the neighborhood. At this moment two 
young ladies proffered to go and make the arrest. They made their mothers, 
and the wife of a soldier who lived near by, acquainted with their intentions. 
The two matrons volunteered to assist the young ladies ; accordingly the 
carriage was ordered, and a negro man put upon the box. Armed and, 
equipped, the ladies drove to the house of the deserter, boldly and fearlessly 
they alighted from their carriage and walked into the house. Deserter 
asked them to be seated, but they declined, at the same time informing 
him that he was a deserter and their prisoner, and must take a seat in their 
carriage and go with them to the Court House. Deserter begged, entreated 



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and prayed, Wfc all to no purpose ; to town they carried him and put him 
in jail, instructing the jailor to keep him until called for by the enrolling 

officer. 

EAtJKlNG A YANKEE. 

The Saulsbury (N. C.) Vfatchman, tells the following, which demonstrates 
that all ingenuity is not of Yankee origin, and "Hardee's Tactics" not com- 
plete in military orders : 

Captain Osborne, of Iredell, North Carolina, was wounded in the battle 
of the 81st of May, near Richmond, while leading his company in a 
charge on the enemy's batteries. His wound disabled him, and he fell 
upon the field, where he remained for some time. Fearing the enemy 
might bayonet him, he drew his revolver and kept a sharp look-out as the 
fight progressed. After a while he saw a strong athletic man coming 
toward the place he was lying, and discovered him to be a Yankee, he 
coolly awaited his approach. As soon as he came within certain range of 
his pistol, the captain hailed him and ordered him to surrender. The 
Yankee took a momentary glance, and seeing the captain's pistol was bear- 
ing upon him with a steady and deadly aim, he instantly, dropped his rifle. 
"Throw away your knife," said the captain. It was done. "Now back 
yourself up to me," v?as the next command. "Squat down so that I can 
get upon your back." The Yankee was compliant; and the captain, with 
his pistol still bearing upon the trembling prisoner, crawled upon him, and 
ordered him to march into the Confederate camp. The rider and the 
ridden safely arrived at the captain's headquarters. 

NEGRO PATRIOTISM. 

A gentleman visiting his plantation on Edisto Island, asked his colored, 
overseer: "George, what do you intend to do when the Yankees come?" 
and was answered : " Massa William, we have hurried de Cotton, and when 
de Yankees 'come, bress G-od! we burn de buildings." Such a people may 
be driven from their homes and their lands devastated, but to subjugate 
them is an impossibility. 

A JEST FOR THE TIMES. 

The war has not subdued all the spirit of fun yet. The Knoxville 
(Tennessee) Register tells a joke connected with the present requisition 
for conscripts, as follows : 

Some days ago Major Huckcr was in- conversation with a fair, fat, and 
forty buxom widow of an adjoining county, when, by accident, she men- 
tioned the age of- one of her admirers, stating that he was not quite thirty- 



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r 

nine. The major made a mental note of the fact and soon departed. He 
went straightway in pursuit of this juvenile admirer of the attractive 
widow, whom he had before learned, was a little more than forty years of 
age. When he arrested Sir. Johnson, Rucker told him that he regretted 
to inform him, that he was under the painful necessity of conscripting him. 
"I have learned," said Ilucker, " from widow that you are only thirty- 
nine. She says that you told her so, and I feel it my duty to take you 
down to Colonel Blake." 

"Oh ! ah ! yes,"'said Mr. Johnson, " in fact sir, to tell you the truth, sir, 

I did lie just a little to widow . I wanted — yes, I wanted to get 

married — you understand, don't you, major?" 

"I don't understand anything about it," said Ilucker, "you must go 
with me." * 

Mr. Johnson's knees smote one another, and in tremulous accents he 
besought Major Rucker to permit him to send for the old family Bible. 
This was agreed to. In the meantime Rucker and his new levy proceeded 
to Colonel Blake's headquarters. By the time they reached Knoxville, 
Rucker became satisfied that his follower was not less than three score 
years and ten. The widower's hair dye was washed away, his false teeth 
had been removed, his form was bent by the immense pressure of mental 
anxiety. 

Colonel Blake wished to know why this antediluvian had been brought 
to him; but so complete had been the metamorphis of the gay widower, 
that even Rucker blushed when he looked upon him. 

The family Bible came, and there it was, written in the faded scrawl of 
Mr. Johnson's grandmother : 

"Silus Johnsing, born in Bunkuta Nawth Caliny, AnnyDominny 1783." 

GENERAL LEE ON THE BATTLE-FIELD. 

A correspondent of the Richmond Sentinel writes : 

The 12th of May, 1864, will be ever memorable and ever remembered, 
as the day of one of the most bloody and obstinate struggles which have 
ever marked the annals of war, or added fresh horrors to this most cruel 
contest. 

Before daylight we were moved up to the support of Hayes' and Stafford's 
Brigades in the works, and scarcely had the grey tinge of morning begun 
to dispel the darkness of a damp and drizzly night, when, after the three 
cheers which we knew to be the precursor of a charge, and a brief scattering 
fire on our right, we were astonished and mortified to see the troops in that 
direction pouring out of the works in the woods, showing that the enemy 
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through the gap, and moving on the flank with great celerity, were swiftly 
driving all before them in panic and confusion. 

Instantly Pegram's and Gordon's Brigades were formed a few hundred 
yards to the rear of, and at right angles to, the line of works. All saw 
that a crisis was upon us. If we failed, the consequence would be disastrous 
in the extreme. 

In this exigency General Leo rode forward in front of our line, his 
position being opposite at the time to the colors of the Forty-ninth Regi- 
ment, of Pegram's Brigade, and only a few yards from where your corres- 
nondent stood. Not a word did he say, but simply took off his hat, and as 
he sat on his charger, I never saw a man look so noble, or a spectacle so 
impressive. 

At this interesting moment our gallant Gordon, spurring his foaming 
charger to the front, seized the reins cf General Lee's horse, and turning 
him around, said, " General, these are Virginians ! These men have never 
failed ! They never will ! Will you, boys V Loud cries of " No I" " no !" 
" General Lee, to the rear." " Go back !" " General Lee to the rear !" 
burst from along the lines; and as one led the general's horse 'to the rear, 
General Gordon gave the command, "Forward, charge!" And with a 
shout and yell the brigades dashed on, through bog and swamp, and briars 
and undergrowth, to the breastworks. The enemy struck with dismay start 
to flee, but we are upon them like a storm, and their first line, of battle 
withers before our impetuous onset and the cool marksmanship of our men. 
" Hurrah ! the works are ours V But we stop not. Some of the enemy, 
more obstinate than the rest, show fight with bayonets, but it is soon over ; 
and dashing over the first line we pursue to the second. Here we encounter 
another Yankee line of battle, but our onset is not stayed. They stand 
their ground until our scattered but still advancing line, gets within ten 
steps, and then,, without having fired, turned to run. Few, however, escape, 
and ordering those who remain to surrender and go to the rear, a portion of 
the brigade, the Sixty-first and Forty-ninth Virginia Regiments, dash on 
and form our line more than one hundred yards in advance of our outside 
entrenchments. 

SCENES AT A FLAG OF TRUCE. 

" Key," a correspondent of the Richmond Dispatch, writing from the 
trenches, near Petersburg, gives the following amusing account : 

On Monday a truce was granted the Yankees for the purpose of burying 
their dead, who were lying just in front of our works in heaps ; and already 
the fumes from their black and swollen corpses were rendering cur position 
ahm>:;t " untenable," more so by far than could their artillery and Minie 
muskets. Accordingly at 4 A. M., firing along the lines was suspended, 



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and operations begun. Curiosity caused the men on both sides to cluster 
on their respective sides of the flag, and officers aiid men who had so long 
opposed each other at more respectful distances, were brought, face to face 
and side by side in front of the yawning chasm, which had .proved fatal to a 
few of our noble boys. This crater now is -the resting-place of a large 
number of Yankees — blacks and whites — and is, to all appearances, nearly 
as before the explosion, having been filled up and levelled. The Yankees 
who were killed within our lines, or rather to the rear of our lines, are buried 
together in a ravine, and their graves occupy a very considerable space of 
ground. Their total number of killed, black and white, will foot up be- 
tween seven hundred and eight hundred. After carefully examining with- 
a sick heart this upheaved funeral pyre of our brave boys, I crossed to the 
front, and though I have seen many of our battle-fields, never did I witness 
such a horrible sickeniug sight. From the top of our works, for a very 
considerable distance, lay the swollen, black and putrid, masses of who were 
but a few hours before Union soldiers. In many places the bodies were 
lying across each other, negro and white barely distinguishable save by 
their uniforms and hair. In one place I noticed the unmistakable wool 
attached to one rotting corpse resting across another wearing a captain's 
uniform, who had owned a- large sandy beard. The flag, as is the custom, 
was planted midway between the opposing lines, and officers of all grades, 
and men, walked freely about on* their respective sides; and we were glad 
to see that many of our oflicers refused to encourage that impudent commu- 
nicative trait which the Yankees endeavored as usual to display. I noticed 
particularly one Yankee major who exerted himself especially to become 
most familiar with an artillery major of our army. By way of initiating 
himself into the good graces of our rebel major, and proving that he wished 
to be most friendly, the Yankee drew from under his coat a bottle marked 
" cognac," at the same time tapping his new acquaintance familiarly on the 
shoulder, when the following dialogue ensued : 

Yankee Major. — -"I say, major, here is something 'extray';' I guess we 
can take a friendly nip." 

Rehel Major. — " I am obliged to you, sir, but I can not take a. friendly 
nip with you." 

Yankee. — " Oh, pshaw, major, lay aside your prejudices ; I assure you 
its prime good." 

Rebel.—" I do not doubt it in the least, but I do not wish to drink with 
you, sir." 

Yankee. — "Well, now, major, I guess if you and me had the settlement 
of this war, we could soon step aside and have the thing all right, with the 
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Rebel. — "I should not be satisfied, sir, to rest the fate of the Confederacy 
upon the chance of the dice. I prefer the mede of settlement you have 
seen fit to adopt — that of fighting it out." 

Yankee. — " I guess, major, you fellows went on the principle of not 
shooting a white man when you could kill a ' nigger/ hey \" 

Rebel. — " You are much mistaken — we all must try when we get the 
blacks and whites together to kill the whites and catch the negroes." 

Yankee. — " Well, now, I hold that a white man is better than a nigger." 

Rebel. — " So do we, sir ; but it depends altogether upon who this white 
man, is. Though it seems that you regard them all alike." 

Yankee. — (Changing the subject) — " Major, I guess some of your friends 
would like a ' nip ;' won't you ask them up." 

Rebel. — " Thank you, major, if I see any one hunting for liquor, I'll 
send him up," and touching his cap respectfully, our rebel' mixed in with 
the crowd. I noticed a regular specimen of a New York upstart striding 
about over the fields with a stage stride, hands rammed down in the pockets 
of his loose sack. His uniform denoted the surgeon. Stepping to a coarse- 
looking major in blue, he balled out, " Ah, Pelcher, my boy, how d'ye do?" 
His manner was so New Yorky and disgusting, that I did not think it at all 
probable, anything good could emanate from his brainless skull; so I moved 
up. Near the flag stood a particularly interesting group, evidently " done 
up" for inspection. I asked who these animals were, and ascertained that 
the one on the left, a little, stiff, dried up man, in a large blue sack, with 
straggling hair, about the color of a rotten rope, and eyes about the color 
of a spoilt oyster, was General White, the same who surrendered Harper's 
Ferry to us on a certain occasion — so the Yankees told me. To his right, 
stood looking as though it was the occasion of one of his famous matinee 
entertainments, the former dancing master, now General Ferrero. His 
fondness for dress has not forsaken him, for he looked as nice as a frizzly 
headed Bowery boy. The time is not far distant, I hope, when he may be 
called upon to " trip it on the light fantastic toe" to the rear, to the music 
of our guns. 

Next to him stood a tall, lean, cadaverous man, who resembled an ostenta- 
tious tombstone, set up by some afflicted wife six weeks before her second 
marriage, in memory of her departed first. He wore his whiskers "a la 
militaire," cut close, as was his hair. His eyes were of that peculiar color 
which it is impossible to describe. But I once saw "'a valuable dog which 
was being practiced on by an optician for a disease called the " hooks." 
His eyes closely resembled those of this General Potter. They were truly 
the meanest, most sneaking eyes I have ever seen ; and a mouth which 
resembled an opening to a sepulchre, were the only features worthy of note. 



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How proud it made me feel to turn my head towards our works, on the 
frank, open countenances of our own Hills, Johnson, Mahone, and Saunders, 
so plainly dressed, that it would have been impossible to 'have recognized 
them but for their bearings. 

GENERAL LEE'S BILL OF FARE. 
I 

In General Lee's tent meat is eaten but twice a week, the general not 
allowing it oftener, because he believes indulgence in meat to be criminal in 
the present straitened condition of the country. His ordinary dinner con- 
sists of a head of cabbage boiled in salt water, and a piece of corn bread. 
In this connection, rather a comic story" is told. Having invited a number 
of gentlemen to dine with him, General Lee, in a fit of extravagance, 
ordered a sumptuous repast of cabbage and middling. The dinner was 
served, and behold, a great pile of cabbage and a bit of middling about 
four inches long and two inches across. The guests, with commendable 
politeness, unanimously declined middling, and it remained in the dish un- 
touched. Next day, General Lee remembering the delicate tidbit which 
had been so providentially. preserved, ordered his servant to bring "that 
middling." The man hesitated, scratched his bead, and finally owned up. 
" De fac is, Masse Robert, dat ar middlin' was horrid middlin' ; we- all didn't 
hab nary spec ; and I done paid it back to de man whar I got it from." 
General Lee heaved a sigh of deepest disappointment, and pitched into his 
cabbage. 

A REBEL LIEUTENANT AND HIS BROTHER.. 

The following sketch, of an incident of the field of Gettysburg, is from 
the Harper's Weekly, of January 30th, 1864 : 

Late one afternoon, too late for the cars, a train of ambulances arrived at 
the Ledge of the Commission with over one hundred wounded rebels to be 
cared for during the night. Many of them were but slightly injured, but one 
of the number, a lieutenant, was so weak and faint that it seemed impossible 
to do anything to restore him. In appearance he seemed a mere boy, with a 
clear innocent face, bright blue eyes, and hair that any New England girl 
might have worn with pride. One of the nurses took him in charge ; but 
he wanted nothing ; he had not been willing to eat for days, his comrades 
said. Finally, however, he was induced to take a little gruel, which he 
keenly relished ; so much so, that for- hours afterward he talked of his 
" good supper," thanking his attendants over 'and over again for their 
kindness. But all the while he was growing weaker, and at midnight a 
change came ; and from that time he thought and prattled only of the old 
days before he was a soldier, when he sang hymns in his father's church. 
He sang them now again, in a clear, sweet voice, that had the deep longing 
of a sick soul in it. " Lord, have mercy on" me ! " he cried now and 



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then; then songs without words — a sort of low intoning — rippled from his 
pale lips. His father was a Lutheran Clergyman in South Carolina, and 
the lessons of his childhood were floating back upon him in the dark hou»s 
through which he was going down into a deeper shadow. 

All the day following the nurses watched him, sometimes fighting his 
battles over, often singing his Lutheran chants, till suddenly, at the tent 
door, close to which he lay, appeared a rebel soldier, just arrived with 
other prisoners. He started when he saw the lieutenant, and, hurriedly 
kneeling by him, called him by name ; but the ears were deaf then to the call 
of love. Then, rising, he told the attendants that the lieutenant's brother 
was wounded and a prisoner not far away; upon which some of the party 
started after him, returning not long after, carrying him in their arms. But 
he too was a stranger to Henry — for so the lieutenant was called; and the 
comer lay down at his side on the straw, and there remained for the rest of 
the day, the little group gathered around watching and listening to the 
strong, clear voice singing, "Lord, have mercy on me!" The Lord, 
looking down, had mercy. The day had faded and the night came on; but 
with the sunset the troubled heart grew still, and the stars, opening their 
soft ej - es, saw- only a pale face with the death dews on it in the midst of the 
group. A rude coffin was obtained, and the body- placed in it; but all 
night long the wounded brother lay close against it, as if unwilling to be 
.separated even from the ashes of him whose feet had pattered right beside 
his own all the way up from childhood to the borders of that river which 
all must cross some solemn day. But in the morning duty called — the 
prisoners must march ; and with tears oa his face, the bereaved one went 
away with his comrades, leaving Henry to be buried by those who had so 
tenderly cared for him while living ; first, however, thanking them all for 
what they had done, and giving them all he had, to show his gratitude, 
namely, a palmetto ornament from the dead brother's cap and a button from 
his coat. That same morning Henry was laid away to his long sleep, a 
surgeon of the commission reading the burial service, and a delegate writing 
his name on the little head-board of his narrow bed : " Lieutenant Ranch, 
Fourteenth Regiment, South Carolina Volunteers." 

CHARLEY S1ILLER THE YOUNG WARRIOR. 

The subject of this sketch is a boy not fifteen years of age, a native of 
Louisville, Kentucky, small in stature for his age, slight and delicate in 
appearance, gentle, unassuming in manners, modest — we might say, timid 
us a young girl — and with all, one of the most gallant soldiers in the army. 

Without the consent of his- parents, he left a home of luxury on the 
opening of the war and joined General Morgan's command. While on a 
raid into Kentucky, he was thrown from his horse, and being severely 



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injured was left in the enemy's lines. When able he, returned to his home 
in Louisville and there remained until fully recovered. His parents used 
every effort to dissuade him from his purpose of returning to the army, but 
of no avail. General Bragg had commenced his retreat from Kentucky. 
Our hero mounted his horse at dead of night, and without bidding adieu, 
took up his course for our lines, which he entered at Bardstown. Ho imme- 
diately joined the Fourth Tennessee Regiment. His gentle, unassuming 
manners soon found their way to the heart of his captain, who took him to 
his mes3, and would have relieved him of many of the hardships incidental 
to the cavalry service. & But this would not do for Charley He was always 
at his post, always ready for his share of duty, and ever among -it the first 
to volunteer for any dangerous or desperate enterprise. During Bragg's 
retreat, Wharton's Brigade, of which his -regiment was a part, covered the 
rear of the army, and never had cavalry such arduous duty to perform. In 
the daily encounters with the enemy, Charley was always on hand, and 
gained the encomiums of all. After General Bragg had taken, up his 
position at Murfreesboro, General 'Wharton, while picketing in the front, 
being desirous of forming a scojut company, called for details from his com- 
mand of a select number of tried, brave, and skillful men — amongst others, 
the young soldier volunteered and was selected. This life seemed to please 
him. Ever on the alert, hovering around the enemy's camp, raiding through 
Tennessee and Kentucky, capturing couriers, cutting off pickets, etc. Fre- 
quently being the bearer of reports to Wharton, he at last attracted that 
general's attention, and was taken on his staff. Fourteen months has he 
been the bed-fellow and mess-mate of his general. During that., time he 
has always been on duty and has done his part gallantly and nobly. In 
battle he may be always seen riding here and there, wherever bullets are 
thickest. At the sound of the bugle, the dull grey eye flashes lire. He 
becomes the hero, the war child, " the little Gavroche." More than one 
Yankee has fallen by his hand. 

During Wheeler's last raid through Middle Tennessee, Charley was one 
of the first to enter McMinnville, which, after a slight skirmish, had sur- 
rendered with its garrison composed of one regiment. Passing down the 
line of prisoners, who stood with arms stacked in front, a Federal captain 
stepped from the ranks and presented him with his pistols, a fitting tribute 
from the captive to the boy-warrior. 

This boy, for three years, has been in the midst of all kinds and characters 
of men, all manner of vice and dissipation, yet the writer who has been 
scarcely separated from him a day during the past fifteen months, can safely 
venture the assertion, that he has never tasted tobacco or liquor, played a 
game of chance, or used a profane or vulgar word. Though in the midst of 
men' who make him a companion ; he is modest, retiring, very taciturn, and 



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seldom speaks unless addressed. He lias nevertheless a good education, 
and is possessed of a fiDe intellect. A strong mental attachment exists 
between General Wharton and Charley. The boy is now,. 1863, en-route to 
the Trans-Mississippi Department with that general. They would not be 
separated. Z. 

A LADY IN THE YANKEE LINES. 

A lady writing from Cleaveland, Tennessee, to the Atlanta Register, thus 
speaks of the treatment of her sex in the Yankee lines : 

We think the gifted pen of Sir Walter Scott would fail to portray the 
proceedings of these vandal hordes. Allow me, sister Georgiana, to tell you 
that you will never know what constitutes the Yankee army, until you see 
the path of desolation and destruction carved by their ruthless hands, and 
feel the wants of the comforts of life, even the essential necessaries of life, 
deprived of your wardrobes and reduced to half rations. I have seen and 
felt the want of all. I have seen six or eight Yankees enter the house,, 
demand the keys, and before they could be produced burst the door (of a 
locked room) down, search every trunk, drawer and box, and if you inquire 
what they are in quest of, they tell you contraband property, and continue 
to search every little nook about the room. On one occasion an officer was 
engaged in this daring bravery, when he seized a box four inches square, 
containing a set of jewelry. A young lady standing by, looking on in disgust, 
gently touched the arm of the miscreant officer, saying, " Captain, do you 
think that little box" contains a cavalry horse or saddle?" His reply^ was 
no! and he dropped the jewels, and retired from the room ashamed of his 
cowardice, in stooping to such a petty action. I might relate many such 
trying incidents, but I will desist, at least for the present. 

A NIGHT IN CHARLESTON. 

We find in the Corvliill Magazine the following graphic account of a 
night in Charleston, at the time when the bombardment was still a novelty 
to our people : 

On the -1st August, at half-past 2 A. M., I was lying on my bed in the 
Charleston Hotel, unable to sleep from the excessive heat, and listening to 
the monotonous sound of the cannonade kept up on the enemy's position 
from the batteries on James' Island. Restless and weary of the night, I 
had lighted a candle in defiance of the musquitoes, and sought to pass away 
the time with a- volume of " Les Miserables." It happened to be the one 
containing the account of the battle of Waterloo, and while deeply inter- 
ested in the description of the rushing squadrons of cuirassiers, I was 
startled by a noise that, from connection with my reading, resembled the 
whirl of a phantom brigade of cavalry. gnllnpirTg in mid air. 



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My first feeling was that of utter astonishment; but a crash, succededby 
a deafening explosion in the very street on -which my apartment was situate, 
brought me with a bound into the centre of the room. Looking from the 
window, I saw fire and smoke issuing from a house in which were stowed 
the drugs of the Medical Purveyor. A watchman was running. frantically 
down tbe street, and, when he reached the corner just below me, commenced 
striking with his staff against the curb — a signal of alarm practiced among 
the Charleston police. At first I thought a meteor had fallen ; but another 
awful rush and whirl right over the hotel, and another explosion beyond, 
settled any doubts I might have had — the city was being shelled. Peoplo 
are not given to laughing under such circumstances, but I will defy any one, 
who witnessed what I witnessed on leaving my room, not to have given way 
to mirth in moderation. 

The hotel was crowded with spectators, who had been attracted to the 
city by the sale of some blockade cargoes, and the corridors were filled with 
these terrified gentlemen, running about in the scantiest costumes and in 
the wildest alarm. One perspiring individual, of portly dimensions, was 
trotting to and fro, with one boot on and the other in his hand, and this 
was nearly all the dress he had to boast of. 

In his excitement and terror he had forgotten the number of his room, 
fromwhich he had hastened at the first alarm, and his distress was ludicrous 
to behold. Another, in a semi-state of nudity, with a portion of his gar- 
ments on his arm, barked the shins of every one in his way to drag an 
enormous trunk to the staircase. On reaching the hall I found a motly 
crowd, some of whom with the biggest words, were cursing the Federal 
commanders. Whirr ! came another shell over the roof, and down on their 
faces went every man of them, into tobacco juice and segar ends, and 
clattering among the spittoons. I need not say that this is a class of men 
from whom the Confederacy hopes nothing ; on the contrary, by their 
extortion, practiced on suffering people, they have made themselves exe- 
crated. If a shell could have fallen in their midst and exterminated the 
whole race of hucksters, it would have been of great benefit to the South. 
The population was now aroused, the streets filled with women and children, 
making for the upper part of the city, where they could find comparative 
safety. The volunteer fire brigades brought out their engines, and parties 
of the citizen reserves were organized rapidly and quietly, to be in readiness 
to give assistance where required. 

The first engine that reached the house struck by the first shell was one 
belonging to a negro company, and at it they went with a will, subduing the 
tire in a marvellous short time. At every successive whirr above them the 
negroes shouted quaint invectives against " cussed bobolitionists," scattering 
for shelter until the danger was passed. Through the streets I went, and 



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down to the battery promenade, meeting on my way sick and bedridden 
people, carried from their homes on mattresses, and mothers with infants in 
their arms, running they knew not whither. Pleaching the promenade, I 
cast my eyes towards the Federal position, and presently, beyond James' 
Island, across the marsh that separates it from Morris' Island, came a flash, 
then a dull report, and after an interval of some seconds a frightful rushing 
sound above me told the path that the shell had taken. Its flight must have 
been five miles. 

A GENERAL " SOLD." 

There are a great many amusing things occurring in camp daily which are 
lost for the want of some one to take them down. General Fitz Lee meet- 
ing a soldier whom he found drunk, with one boot off, no hat, and half a 
jacket, he asked him whose command he belonged to. 

Soldier. — " (Hie) — Hope's brigade, (hie) by golly." 

" What Hope is that," said the general. 

Soldier. — " (Hie), Hope (hie), this durned war will play out (hie)." 

The general wentf 'along a little farther, and met another with a major's 
uniform on. He asked him what command he belonged to, the soldier said, 
the Sixth Virginia Cavalry. 

General. — " You're not a major ?" 

Soldier.—' 1 No, sir." 

General. — "Are you a commissioned officer?" 

Soldier — " No, sir." 

General. — "Are you a sergeant?" 

-Soldier — " No, sir." 

General. — " Are you a private?" 

Soldier. — " No sir." 

General — (Very wrothly.) " What the devil are you then ?" 

Soldier. — " I'm a conscript, sir," drawling his words out as he spoke. 

The general soon left town. 

DECIDEDLY COOL. 

When Wright's Georgia Regiment was drawn up in line of battle to go 
into its first fight in North Carolina, Wright, in passing in front of his 
llegiment, ■ observed a tall, giant fellow, with a violin case strapped to his 
back. Wright asked him "what he was going to do with his fiddle?" 
The rude soldier had never heard of Mirabeau's dying exclamation, but he 
almost quoted it, when he said he wanted to " die to the sound of Betsy," 
this being the term of endearment which he applied to his violin." 

After the fight was over, the fiddling soldier did not answer at roll-call. 
He was found with a broken leg at the foot of a tree, to which he had 
crawled, quietly sawing the strings of " Betsy." 



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AN INCIDENT OE GENElfAL LONGSTREET. 

During the Mexican campaign, Lieutenant-General Longstrcet 'was in 
command of a company of regulars, and while engaged in one of the battles 
which marked that struggle, observed a Mexican taking deliberate aim at 
him from behind the corner of a house. The ball whistled by without 
injury. Longstreet himself had a musket, and on the re-appearance of the 
Mexican, both fired almost simultaneously; and without effect. The general 
now recalled to mind a recommendation of his uncle, Judge Loa street, the 
author of the famous " Georgia Scenes," which was, " Use buckshot in 
close quarters ;" and taking from his cartridge-box a bullet, he deliberately 
seated himself on the ground, and, with the aid of a rock and his pocket 
knife, cut the ball into slugs and re-loaded. The Mexican made his third 
appearance. The cool officer drew sight, fired, and the Mexican fell. We 
do not remember to have seen this incident in print, but it is so character- 
istic of that gallant lieutenant-general, who has occupied a prominent place 
in the affections of our people during the present war, that we commit the 
waif to the broad sea of public circulation. Since that time, probably a 
volumn of incidents, equally characteristic of the indifference of General 
Longstreet under fire, might be collected. 

THE -REBEL CAPTAIN. 

In an engagement of "Wilcox's Division, near Hanover Junction, Virginia, 
Captain Norwood, Asssistant Adjutant- General to Brigadier-General Thomas, 
became a prisoner to the Yankees. In attempting to go to our line of 
skirmishers, after dark, he walked up to the Yankee line instead, and 
• much to his surprise, found himself in the hands of the Philistines. He 
was immediately marched up to Brigadier-General Cutler, and by him found 
to be- a hard case, and turned him over to Major-General Warren, com- 
manding the corps, then on the South-side, of the North Anna Biver. 

After vain efforts for an hour and a half, adapting circuitous and cunning 
questions for the purpose of eliciting information respecting our forces and 
lines, the Yankee general desisted. As the captain was marching off, he 
touched his hat politely to the Yankee, saying : 

" General, is there any other information which I can have the pleasure 
of giving you ?" 

" Sergeant ! march off that officer, immediately !" said Warren, while 
his whole staff roared with laughter at the cool impudence of the rebel 
captain. 

After partaking of a good supper, and being stimulated with two or three 
toddies and good coffee, the captain, in company with several other prisoners, 
started to the rear, with a strong escort of cavalry. About midnight, as 



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the prisoners were passing a train of wagons, the captain managed to put 
t nC train between himself and the guard; and talcing advantage of the 
darknesk quietly crept under a wagon until the guard had passed ; then 
lumped into the woods and cautiously worked his way through the Yankee 
army. At one time lie walked straight through a brigade of Yankees lying 
in the road asleep ; at another he crawled on his hands and knees across an 
6oen field lull of Yankee wagons. Having nearly escaped, he came suddenly 
upon a picket of two Yankees. 

They were sitting carelessly at their post, and the captain walked boldly 
up to them, saying in a short angry tone : 

" 'Why are you sitting on your post, sir ? G-et up, and hold that gun in 
a proper position ! If I catch you standing guard in that position again, I 
shall report you." 

'■ Colonel, I beg your pardon," said the trembling Yankee. " I didn't 
think it was any harm to sit down, sir — I wasn't going to sleep." 

'■ Very well sir. Where are the next posts?" • 

'• Eight down there, and there," pointing to the nearest pickets. 
The Captain passed quickly on, and of course, did pot-test the vigilance 
of the next pickets. He arrived safely within our lines the next day, 
having marched for ten or twelve hours continuously, and forded a river up 
to his neck in depth. He was able to give General Lee more information 
than he could afford to General Warren. 

LINCOLN TJI'ON THE BATTLE-FIELD MORE OF PRESIDENTIAL JOKES. 

A Northern paper says : We see that the papers are referring to the fact, 
that Lincoln ordered a comic song to be sung upon the battle-field. We 
have known the facts about the transaction for some time, but have re- 
frained from speaking of them. As the newspapers are now stating some 
of the facts, we will give the whole : 

Soon after one of the most desperate and sanguinary battles, Mr. Lincoln 
visited the commanding-general and the army. While on his visit, the 
commanding-general, with his staff, took him over the field in a carriage, 
and explained to him the plan of the battle, and the particular place where 
the fight was most fierce. At one point the commanding-general said, 
" here, on this side of the road, five hundred of our brave fellows were 
killed, and just on the other side of the road four hundred more were slain, 
and right on the other side of the wall five hundred rebels were destroyed. 
We have buried them where they fell." 

" I declare," "said the President, " this is getting gloomy. Let us drive 
away." After driving a few rods, the President said, " This makes a fellow 
feel gloomy." " Jack/' speaking to a companion. " can't you give -us 
something to cheer us up ? Give us a song, and give us a lively one." 



AN ARMY NOTE-BOOK. 241 

Thereupon Jack struck up as loud as he could bawl a comic ncro son"- 
which he continued to sing while they were riding off from the battle- 
ground, and till they approached a regiment drawn up, when the command- 
ing-general said, "Mr. President, wouldn't it be well for jour friend to 
cease his song till we pass this regiment ? The poor fellows have lost more 
than half their numbers. They are feeling very badly, and I should be 
afraid of the effect that it may have on theni-" The President then asked 
his companion to stop his singing till they got by that regiment. 

We know that the story is incredible, that it is impossible that a man 
who could be elected President of the United States could so conduct 
himself over the fresh made graves of the heroic dead. "When this story 
was told us, we said that it was incredible — impossible; but the story is told 
on such authority that we know it to be true. We tell the story that the 
people may have some idea of this man Abraham Lincoln, who is a candiate 
for four years more of such rule. If any Republican holds up his hands 
in" horror and says this story can't be true, we say we sympathize with him 
from the bottom of our soul; the story can't be true of any man fit for 
any office of trust, or even for decent society; but the story is every whit 
true of Abraham Lincoln, incredible and impossible as as it may seem. 

STONEWALL JACKSON. 

A chaplain in the army has recently narrated to us an incident, which 
strikingly illustrates the unassuming character of General Jackson, and as 
everything connected with that illustrious and lamented hero is read with 
interest by our soldiers and by all our people, we take pleasure in giving it 
to our readers : 

Immediately before the battle of Chancellorsville, said the chaplain, while 
the enemy were making a feint of crossing the Rappahannock, near 
Hamilton's Crossing, I was with my regiment in that neighborhood. 
Having heard that there was a fine battery on the hill near the Hamilton 
House, I thought I would go up and see it. On reaching the battery I 
found an officer standing there, with a cap drawn over his forehead and an 
oil cloth over his shoulders. I took him for the captain of the battery and 
addressed him as such. "What do you think the enemy are going to do !" 
said I, " will they attack us from that quarter V 

"No," replied the officer, " I think not; they tried that at the battle of 
Fredericksburg, and probably got enough of it at that time." 

After further conversation, the officer asked me to what regiment I 

belonged. I told him I was chaplain of the . " And to what church 

do you belong V " The Presbyterian," said I. " Well," said he, " I'm 
a Presbyterian myself. Let us sit down here and talk awhile." So we sat 
down beside one of the guns, and the stranger gave his views of the duties 

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242 GLEANINGS FROM 

and responsibilities of a chaplain, the kind of men they should be, and the 
vast opportunities of usefulness their position afforded them. I was much 
struck •with his conversation, though he showed an unusual interest in the 
religious welfare of the soldiers, and set him down as a remarkably pious 
man. 

When the conversation had proceeded in this strain for some time, the 
officer arose, looked steadfastly across the river, and then turning to me 
said, " you had better move away from here now, I think I shall have this 
gun fired directly." 

In a few minutes bang went the gun, and away sped the shot, ploughing 
through the enemy's ranks. 

As I moved off, one of my acquaintances accosted me and. said: "Well, 
chaplain, what was the general saying." "General," said I, "I. have not 
seen any general." " Why, yes you have," said he, "you've been sitting 
down there talking ever so long with General Jackson." 

Imagine my surprise when I found that the unassuming, unpretending 
man I had been talking with, was the great hero of the war, whose name 
was on everybody's lips. 

This little incident is strikingly illustrative of the character of Jackson. 
It shows, notwithstanding his great achievements and world-wide fame, 
that his success had not puffed him up, that he assumed nope of the airs 
of a superior, but was ready to enter into friendly conversation with any 
one who might fall in his way. 

It shows, too, how his religion was always uppermost in his mind. Here 
he was at that moment confronting the threatening enemy, on the eve of 
hurling the missiles of death amongst them, and yet deliberately sitting 
down with a chaplain, to talk with him as to his duties and seizing the 
opportunity in that way to promote the spiritual welfare of the soldiers. 
Noble man ! Such incidents are a eulogy louder than any words, however 
gifted or eloquent, could speak. 

THE DUTCHMAN AND STONEWALL JACKSON. 

The following amusing story of the experience of a German sutler in the 
Yankee army is told by one of our surgeons who was left in charge of our 
wounded at Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, last summer. It seems that the 
surgeon, in passing through Hagerstown, Maryland, overheard a conversa- 
tion which took place on the street between the sutler and a friend of his, 
which was as follows : 

Friend. — " Halloo ! Broom,! thought you were down in Dixie, sutlering." 

Broom. — " Well you zhist take one drink o' lager beer mit me and I 
tells you." 

They both drink, and Broom continues : 



AN ARMY NOTE-BOOK. 243 

You see de time3 git dull here about Hagerstown, und I tinks I gacs mit 
the army und sutler. Veil, I zhist takes me mine shprirrg vagon und mine 
negro boy, Ike, und -gits me some goots und gaes me to Villiamstown. 
Und dare is de covalree und de infondree und de ardilleree ; und de bond 
plays Yonkee doodles, und Shtar Shpongled Bonner und Hail Golumby; 
undde Shtars und Shtripes float mit de tops ov de bouses mit de vind — -und 
I tinks me dos all is rigbt. 

Und den falls me in mit de rear ov de army und gaes me to Martinstown • 
und dare sells me mine grackers und mine sardines und mine lager beer, 
und gits me de creen backs mit mine pocket, und I tinks me dos is good. 
Und deri falls me in mit de army aguin und goes me mit ter Zheneral Banks 
to Vinchester. 

Veil dare at Vinchester sells me mine sardines und mine grackers und 
mine segars und mine lager beer und all mine goots, und gits me de Green- 
backs mit mine pocket; und I tinks me dos is all so good. 

Un den gaes me to Mr. Taylor, of de Taylor House, und tells me der 
Mr. Taylor, now you zhust keep de sbpring vagon und de negro boy, Ike, 
und I gaes me to Baltimore, und buys me new goots— und den gaes 
me to Baltimore, und buys me heap o' new goots — four five dollar 
tousand vort — und comes me back to Vinchester und gits me one house 
close by de Taylor House, so you can see him as you .comes mit do 
Taylor Hpuse dis way ; und puts me de nice fly paper on the vail, und puts 
me mine goots in mine house ; und runs me two sthicks mit de door out 
for trow de calico agross zhust for tract de tention. 

Und von day coom von nagro boy und looked him mine vinder in und 
say, "Oh! vot purty goots!. Vot heap purty goots ! Vish I had some 
deem goots. Never mind, Shtonevail Zhackson coom here some dese days, 
den gits me some deem goots I" "Und I say! Vot you know bout it? 
Shtonevail Zhackson not can com here ; dey be too many beoples ?" 

Und von day coom von Yankee covalree und shteal me mine goots ; und 
den gaes me to der Zheneral Banks, und tells me der Zheneral es von 
Yankee covalree shteal me mine goots ; und de Zheneral say, " I makes 
dat Yankee covalree bring back dem goots." 

Und de next day coom de Yankee covalree und put me mine goots on 
von counter, und another Yankee covalree shteal me mine goots from de 
other counter, so I have not so much goots as before. 

Und von day coom von nagro v'ench und price me de goots und say, 
"Dese goots be too high. Nevermind; Shtonevail Zhackson coom here 
some dese days, dim gets me dese goots for nothing." Und I say, " Darn 
the nagro vench. :; Vot you know bout it? Shtonevail Zhackson not can 
coom here ; dey be too many beoples." Und den coom de bick bucks mit 
de ladies, und price me de goots, und they make up mit de nose, und say, 



244 GLEANINGS FROM 

" Dese goots be too high. Never mind ; Shtonevall Zhackson coom here 
some dese days ; he g ; t dese goots." Und I say, " Vot you know bout it? 
Shtonevall Zhackson he not can coom here ; dey be too many beoples." 

Und von day shtand me in mine door und looked me de shtreet up, und 
sees me von Yankee covalree coom down the shtreet, fast as he can coom — 
in mit one shoe and out mit one shoe, und his hair shtick shraight out mit 
de vind. Und I say, " Helloe ! mine frieud, for vot you run so fast?" 
und the Yankee covalree say, " I no shtop talk me you. Shtonevall 
Zhackson coom," und den hears me de big gun go loose, und I tinks medis 
be von skearmish in de suburps of de town, and dis be von immoralize 
Yankee covalree run away. 

Und den looks me de shtreet up and sees me de sutler vagon coom; and 
zhust behind the sutler vagon de ardilleree ; and de ardilleree run in mit 
the sutler vagon, and brake de sutler vagon, and dare lays de grackers, and 
sardines, and segars, and needles, and pins, and calicoes and lager beer, alh 
in von grond heap in de shtreet, and zhust behind de ardillery coom de 
infontree; and zhust behind the infontree de covalree; and zhust behind 
de covalree de gray-backs ! Mine vader! dos gray-backs ! and zhust behind 
de gray-backs coom von Shtonef'ence Zhonson mit von big tin horn, and 
blows, " Who's been here since I've been gone ! — who's been here since 
I've been gone?" and me no shtay for tell him "who's been here since 
I've been gone !" I gooms avay mit dishgoost. 

The old fellow had became so much excited that he used the words 
" Shtonefence Zhonson," for "'Stonewall Jackson." 

HOW A MAN FEELS IN BATTLE. 

There can be nothing more puzzling than the analysis of one's feelings 
on the battle-field. You cannot describe them satisfactorily to yourself or 
others. To march steadily up to the mouths of a hundred cannon while 
they pour out fire and smoke, and shot and shell, in a storm that mows the 
men like grass, is horrible beyond description — appalling. It is absurd to 
say a man can do it without fear. During Hancock's charge at Fredericks- 
burg, for a long distance the slope was swept by such a hurricane of death 
that we thought every step would be our last, and I am willing to say, for 
one, that I was pretty badly scared. Whatever may be said about "getting 
used to it," old soldiers secretly dread a battle equally with the new ones. 
But the most difficult thing to stand up under the suspense while wait- 
ing, as we waited it) Fredericksburg, drawn up in line of battle on the edge 
of the field, watching the columns file past us and disappear in a cloud of 
smoke, where horses and men and colors go down in confusion, where all 
sounds are lost in the screaming shells, the cracking of musketry, the 
thunder of artillery, and knowing our own turn comes next, expecting each 



AN ARMY NOTE-BOOK. 245 

moment the word " Forward." It brings a strange kind of relief when 
'Forward" comes. You move mechanically with the rest. Once fairly in 
for it, your sensibilities are strangely blunted, you care comparatively 
nothing about the sights that shocked you at first; men torn to pieces by 
sannon shot becomes a matter of course. At such a time, there comes a 
latent sustenance from within us, or above us, which no man anticipates 
who has not been in such a place before, and which most men pass through 
life without knowing anything about. What is it? Where does it come 
from ? 

A COLORED SCENE ON THE ROAD TO WASHINGTON. 

While the New York Seventy-first were at the Junction, between An- 
napolis and Washington, a very dilapidated darkey, whose garments were 
of all imaginable hues and a perfect labyrinth of rags, had come into camp 
to sell a few eggs; while he was there another ebony hued individual came 
in, vastly important in his demeanor, attired in clean checked shirt, blue 
jacket and jean pants, with cowhide shoes and felt hat, and in every respect 
a Turveydrop in deportment. 

"Stan' back, you free nigger," said the last comer; "de gemman don't 
want nuflin out ob dat baskit; why don't you poor free niggers work and 
do sufiin — (aside) — lazy debbils, ain't wuff der salt." 

Soldier — "Are you a slave?" 

Darkey (with a broad grin) — "Yaas, boss, ain't nuffin else! Never seed 
a free nig wid sich closes as dem on, yah, yah!" — and he jerked back the 
lappel of his blue jacket a la Unsworth. "I b'longs to Missus, ober on de 
ridge dar. Make plenty money now 'mong de soger mans." 

Soldier — "But you have to give the money to your mistress, don't you?" 

Darlcey — "Um-m! me! Missus nuffin to do wid dat money boss! I 
ain't gwine to keep hens an' have um lay eggs for Missus. Missus don't 
want 'em. Yah-h! you only jokin' wid nigger now." 

Free Nigger (with a dolorous whine) — "'Spose ole Gub'ner gone dead, 
an' left me free nigger; dat my fault, eh?" 

Slave (with dignity) — "Don't talk back, man; go 'way; g'long and sell 
dem tings ob your'n — I knows you're hungry." 

A STUNNER. 

A gentleman of this city, who has a relative residing in Louisiana, not 
far distant from New Orleans, has received a letter recently which con- 
tains an incident that will bear repeating. It seems that a batch of Yan- 
kees and a party of English officers, chanced to occupy adjoining boxes at 
a resturaunt in the Crescent City. A knowledge of the nativity and profes- 
sion of the Englishmen, caused the Yankees to introduce topics of discus- 



246 GLEANINGS FROM 

sion, which they thought would be particularly offensive to the sons of 
Great Britain, so the "rebellion" and "foreign intervention," were expa- 
tiated upon at great length. The Yankees were excessively garrulous, as 
most Yankees generally are, and time and again, was it asserted, that the 
rebels would be immediately "squelched," and should England dare to 
interfere, she would be whipped "out of her boots." The Yankees got 
through with their refreshments first, but desiring to see the effect o£ their 
bombast on the gallant Britons, awaited the approach of. the latter to the 
office where settlements are usually made, when they got up, and proceeded 
to array themselves by the side of the British officers. Here the remark 
about whipping England was again repeated, and in such a tone that the 
officers could not avoid noticing the braggarts. One of them instantly re- 
joined, "We have heard your remarks; we desire to enter into no discus- 
sion of the subject, but have a single question to ask, that is, do you 
remember the affair of the Trent?" This was a stunner ; not a Yankee 
made any reply, but all hanging their heads in shame, left the building 
more rapidly than they entered. They had forgot all about the Trent. 

DEATH OF REVEREND ISAAC LEWIS. 

Any one who, in the last forty years, has been acquainted at Knoxville, 
Tennessee, will recollect a modest, quiet, inoffensive gentleman, venerable 
for his age, his piety and his sterling worth ; one who, from his long resi- 
dence there, had become one of its fixtures, a citizen of such unpretending 
simplicity of character — so urbane — so cordial — so hospitable — so amiable 
— so full of public spirit and patriotism as to have secured the esteem and 
respect of all who knew him, and of strangers, too, who could appreciate 
character and private worth. Such was Reverend Isaac Lewis, one of the 
oldest citizens of Knoxville, and for many years a Minister of the Metho- 
dist Episcopal Church in that city — a profession he only relinquished when 
disease prevented its longer exercise. Of late years, he seldom preached, 
but when he did go into the sacred desk, all may remember the extreme 
reverence of his manner, the great earnestness of his exhortations, and the 
powerful and impressive pathos of his prayer. 

In politics he was always a Democrat of the States Rights school — a strict 
constructionist, and of course an opponent of any administration which 
would elevate the Central over the State Grovernment. lie was the early 
supporter of G-eneral Jackson, and of Mr. Polk, who, when in Knoxville, 
was always his guest. Of such politics Mr. Lewis of course became, after 
the Presidential election of 1860, an early and decided advocate of seces- 
sion, and of our present revolution. In this cause, though decided and 
earnest, he retained the good will and regard of the decent part of the 
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AN ARMY NOTE-BOOK. 247 

exceptions he died without a personal enemy. With all others, political 
rancor had given place to that instinct of human nature which allows to a 
venerable old age an amnesty to past political antipathies, and even soothes 
the passage to the grave by the exercise of the pleasant charities of life to 
the sick patriot and the dying Christian. Such was the case of Mr. Lewis, 
the evening before he died the privacy of his quiet bedroom was invaded 
by the rude knock of the Yankee soldiery at his door. One of them, 
when the door was opened, inquired " if that damned old rebel spy was 
not dead yet— the house is wanted for a hospital." He was told to come 
and see for himself. He entered, and nothing awed by the presence of 
Mrs. Lewis and her daughters standing in tears around the bed, he rudely 
came forward and felt the extremities of the dying man, and for three hours 
remained by his bed-side, impatient to see him draw his last breath. Death 
soon came to relieve him from this unwelcome intrusion. In words scarcely 
audible to his indignant and deeply bereaved family, he calmly whispered, 
" Be still — say nothing to him — I will soon be beyond their power and 
their malice — where the wicked cease from troubling — and the weary at 
rest." So died another martyr to the Southern cause. 

For three months he had suffered from Yankee tyrranny and insolence. 
The city where his long life had been spent was under a siege, in want of 
fuel and subsistence. His sons were in the camp or the field, and his wife 
and daughters soon to be turned out of home upon the cold charities of 
strangers and enemies. Under these influences be sickened — under these 
savage circumstances he died. It is scarcely to be believed, that under the 
demoniac instigation of personal hate and political rancor, an enemy could 
continue so implacable and revengeful. If so, 

" Be ready Gods ! With all your thunder bolts, 
Dash him to pieces !" 

\_Knoxvilh and Atlanta Register 

NEGRO FIDELITY. 

Wc take pleasure in recording the subjoined instance of love and fidelity 
in a slave to his master, it being the fifth of the kind in the same family 
connexion. The faithful and attached fellow is the slave of Captain 
Francis .Marion Dwight, a South Carolinian by birth, but now a resident of 
Georgia, who was among the paroled prisoners at Vicksburg : 

Sunny Side, August, 1863. 

D EAR : I wrote you so hurriedly that I don't think I told you of 

the addition of another black hero to our family. The Yankees took 
Patrick from Frank, as he was marching out of Vicksburg. Patrick cried 
bitterly, on his separation from his master, but it did not move a Yankee 
heart. He was taken to General Logan's headquarters, and offered many 



248 GLEANINGS FROM 

inducements to stay with the Yankees. He says they offered him a hun- , 
dred dollars a month and a gun to shoot his master. He indignantly re- 
jected the proposal, saying: "Wha' sort a nigger you tek me to be— go 
shoot my mossa, I lub— I.tell you, if I git way, I won't stay wid you for a 
tousand dollars a day " He said : " Missis — I nebber cus white man befb', 
but I cus 'em den." He was kept at General L.'s headquarters all day, 
and at night he made his escape, and went to Lieutenant Suttles, of Frank's 
Company, who was left badly wounded at Vicksburg. Lieutenant S. passed 
Patrick as his own servant, and as wounded men were allowed to carry out 
their servants, he brought Patrick out with him. Even after he got home, 
Patrick seemed scared. Poor fellow, ho was wise for once. He told his 
captors — " You'll feed me wid soft corn now, den bum bye you'll choke 
me wid dc cob;" whereupon, he says, they called him "a bad, sassy 
nigger." 

TWO SMART DOGS. 

During General Birney's recent raid in Florida, a bright little girl was 
found alone at one house, her parents having skedaddled. She was rather 
non-committal, for she did not know whether the troops were Union or 
L.bel. 

Two fine dogs made their appearance while a conversation was being held 
with the child, and she informed one of her questioners that their names 
were Gillinore and Beauregard. 

'•Which is the best dog V asked a bystander. 

'• I don't know," said she, " they are both mighty smart dogs; but they'll 
either of 'em suck eggs if you don't watch 'em." 

The troops left without ascertaining whether the family of which the girl 
was so hopeful a scion, was Union or Rebel. — [Yankee paper. 

A GLORIOUS HEARTED GIRL. 

The Floridian and Journal says : 

Upon the arrival of the troops at Madison, sent to reinforce our army in 

East Florida, the ladies attended at the depot with provisions and refresh. 

incuts for the defenders of their homes and country. Among the brave, t 

was, in one of the Georgia regiments, a soldier boy, whose bare feet were 

bleeding from the exposure and fatigue of the march. One of the young 

ladies present, moved by the noble impulses of her sex, took the shoes off 

of her own feet, made the suffering hero put them on, and walked home 

herself barefooted. Boys, do you hear that? Will you let this glorious 

girl be insulted and wronged by Yankee ruffians? Never! Wherever 

Southern soldiers are suffering and bleeding for their country's freedom, let 

this incident be told for a memorial of Lou. Taylor, of Madison County, 

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